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... e gentle chirping of birds or the soft rustle of leaves. Instead, the South Paddock—a vast, open expanse of reinforced concrete and gravel usually reserved for the rumbling treads of Titan-class tanks—was now filled with a high-pitched, ear-splitting shriek. It wasn’t the roar of a biological beast, but the agonizing scream of mana-turbines being pushed to their absolute rotational limits.
In the center of the field, the Sudrath Griffin-01 stood with a predatory poise. Its duralumin cha ...
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