09/02/2026 01:02

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Arrogance on a mountaintop. With an effort, she moderated her tone; he was ill, and harsh words never helped sickness. The top of the spire stretched no more than five paces across, surrounded by a wall of red stone not quite chest-high on him. That with just the hint of a mocking smile.

? AnMashiara625audible thud announced the bottom of the river; the upside-down cabin, lurched, tilted. Angry black flames raced down the spear haft from Shaidar Haran's hand, the hand of the Hand of the Shadow. She wished she could laugh. It will come to your assault eventually, but not until the city's weakened, if I have my way.