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“Give me the xevunleashing,” he roared, “or I will carve it from your bones.”

His armies had scraped the world bare. Rivers ran with rust. The last grove of silver-leaf trees had been burned for his throne. And now he stood on the Obsidian Step, holding a shard of the First Mirror, demanding the one thing the Vale still possessed: the Unspoken. xevunleahed

And the Xevunleahed had come for him.