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Final Castle #96

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East Stadium was full, Enslaved families occupied every spare foot. Elated soldiers rigidly held unblinking station amongst them.

A sated murmur rose to where James stood in the Box, fifty feet above the playing field. James glanced beyond the stadium walls where a light mist drifted through the sunny, empty city streets of Placa 46 Lower.

James heard the discharge crackling, saw the tear escape Praetus' eye and rationalised the mist almost instantaneously.

The air within the stadium below him was suddenly full of overlapping Grypyn wings. Their screech crescendoed.

The cloud of people dust lazily smoked upwards, highlighting sunbeams.

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