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The entire area was as lit up as daylight even though it was the middle of the night, courtesy of nothing other than the Conqueror's flames itself, as the group silently weaved their way through the trees in the hopes of avoiding the patrol. Richard was the one led the group in front, signalling to the others behind him when and when not to go. Kyra followed closely behind him, Henrik behind her and the other men behind him. Lucian brought up the rear as he usually did, watching their backs for any surprises. The group had been doing so well, all over listening to the king’s instructions and doing exactly as he told them without any flaws. The Conqueror’s flames was now fully in their sight and they were going to make it with none of the Barren landers the wiser; or so it seemed. Out o
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