CHAPTER FOURTY-SIX

E A S T L A N D

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D I G A R

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[ S Y R N E M P I R E ]

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SAO'MA'S Q U A R T E R

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The volume of air in Faral's lungs thickened and he could not control the frequency at which he gulped. Only a hundred kranìan was enough to wipe the entire army. 1000 Syrnese soldiers was nothing compared to 100 Kranìan soldiers. Faral knew they were only still breathing because the Kranìan were waiting for their commander to give them a signal, and this frightened him.

“But this had been our home for over 200 years now. It was built from scratch, and it was not claimed from anyone with a kranìan blood,” Faral said, trying his best to make Malak consider his actions.

“Yes, the Syrn empire once belonged to the Syrnese, but now it belongs to the Kranìans. Lay down your weapons, and maybe I'll spare your lives. . .” Malak said and Faral gulped once more. He could not let his men down
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