Amber hues shifted to Sully. Instead of fading, her interest grew stronger in the matter, sharpening into a clear focus that urged her to explore the scene unfolding before her.
ใ Reasonable. . . After you. ใ
The concern sailed past her entirely.ย Varang was drawn to the ease with which death could be called upon. Her mind was already reshaping the weapon's purpose as her fingers flexed slightly. There was no danger here. This was a chance.
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The harsh lesson of gunfire had already been imparted.
The sight and sound of bodies unmoving in the sand as they departed the scene did not make Varang sway. For her, death was just a consequence rather than a spectacle.
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As she led her nightwraith forward, shifting course toward Mangkwan territory, the blade stayed at her throat, neither tightening nor loosening.
ใ This is why they will fall. They hesitate in conflict. ใ
Mangkwan warriors spread around them.
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Sharp and evaluative, her eyes darted to him for a moment before going back to the com. The sorceress claimed the strap as easily as she would a fallen weapon or fire, sliding it over her head and letting it rest against her neck.
ใ What does this 'wheeled arm' do? ใ
Slowly, Varang's fingers rotated the apparatus, his crimson fingers grazing its surface as though searching for a pulse beneath the metal. Another smooth, soulless craft of the Sky People.
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