HengeholdScrollさんのイラストまとめ

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A murder of crows whirled above Zaateroth. Their thousand voices called to her with mocking croaks. More came, impossibly more, to blacken the sky.

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Sorscha’s heart turned to ice as the great prince fell.

She could summon no words. Cold radiated from her until the crew’s breath smoked, until frost hung from the tips of their hair.

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The humbled master crawled away, holding its lacerated hand up in defense.

Vlad stalked forward as the ripple of Khadoran guns turned the world into fire around them.

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“Drop off our passenger,” Sorscha ordered. Below her, the mechanism of the bomb bay ground open.

Karchev the Terrible fell to the earth, a blacksmith’s hammer landing upon a stubborn bit of iron.

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Vlad rolled away from a bilious stream one of the infernal beasts spewed at him. He pressed his attack, opening wounds on the master’s flesh like black-lipped mouths. Drago’s axes flashed and hewed one of her arms free.

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The pulse of their engines clawed the sky as they crossed the mountains east of Ramarck. She could feel the hum of arcane energy screaming through the deckplates.

“Message from the Cloudpiercer, ma’am,” the signal officer said.

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Aurora could wait for Nemo’s return no longer; as far as she was concerned, passing through the gate was as foolish as stepping off a dark ledge with the promise it was a short drop. A promise from someone you barely trusted. Or, as it turned out, even knew.

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“Wait—”

Orin Midwinter’s staff impacted the man’s skull, cutting his plea short. His hand throbbed, fingers numb, from the sharp jolt.

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The gold-clad fool dispatched with, Zaateroth finalized her pact.

Across the battlefield, the few dozen who saw the futility of fighting against her turned on their allies. It was not their strength of arms she desired, though. It was the mark now upon their souls.

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They had been given souls and chose to spend them like this? With squandered potential drowned by petty ambitions and a desire to satisfy imperfect masters?

Zaateroth would have pitied them, if it were worth the effort.