Chapter 89
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This wasn't a regular house; it was probably a small warehouse. It had a two-story storage area and a small office, which would be his living quarters.

Just outside the warehouse stood this loading platform to help load and unload goods from carts and wagons.

For heavier items, there should have been a simple hoist above the warehouse door, but there was none. There might have been a crane operated from the catwalk, but that wasn't there anymore either.

Most of the building's space was for sto
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    The giant monster made of fused, melting dead bodies charged at Caster Spellbound. It was fifteen feet tall. It was a horrible mix of gray Glassview steel armor and blood-red Crimson Alliance leather. It had five heads and four twisted arms. It glowed with the sick, toxic green light of the torn dimension. The monster raised its sharp, broken bone spikes. It roared with five different voices all at once. It was coming to tear Caster to pieces in the muddy trench. Caster did not run. He did not pull out his sword. He stood perfectly still in the freezing rain. He reached deep into his empty chest and woke the tiny golden seed. Caster’s gray eyes ignited with blinding, solid golden light. The heavy, warm, absolute power of divine truth flooded his tired veins. He raised his right hand. He did not throw a fireball. He did not create a wall of gravity to crush the beast. He knew what this monster was. It was not evil. It was just a collection of dead soldiers who had been mutated by

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    General Verne stood frozen. She listened to the sounds coming from outside the concrete walls of the War Room. Normally, Fort Ironcliff was filled with the sound of marching boots and disciplined soldiers. But now, she heard shouting. She heard angry, betrayed voices. The thousands of soldiers in the fort had seen the broadcast too. They realized they were being sent to die for a lie. They realized their General was a monster. "General," a commander whispered, pulling his own pistol from his belt and stepping away from her. "You sold our boys to the furnaces."General Verne looked around the room. Her own officers were drawing their weapons. They were not pointing them at the door. They were pointing them at her. Her empire was collapsing in real-time. The truth was burning her fortress down faster than any magical bomb ever could. The exact same scene was happening miles away in the Crimson Alliance. Elias Thorpe stood in the command deck of his giant walking machine. He watch

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