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CHAPTER 61: The Desert Landing and the Secret of the Raven Wings
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The journey across the Frozen Sea aboard the Abyssal Leviathan took less than twelve hours. As the silhouettes of the red-rock cliffs of the Solari Continent finally appeared on the horizon, the bone-chilling cold that had pierced their skin was swiftly replaced by hot, arid air.

Aroan ordered his leviathan to halt a few hundred meters from the deserted shoreline. The beach was unguarded. The death of General Kaelar and the annihilation of the Solari naval fleet had apparently forced the southe
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