A hundred ashen-colored warriors thronged below Derwyn on the cracked plain, grasping barbed blades. Some silhouettes appeared wiry and ravening, with muscle corded like bowstring. Others hunched under the weight of swollen limbs, clenching their underslung jaws. Jagged bone erupted from the skin of nearly all the Uthuk, and the sulfur stench of the Ynfernael caught in the back of Derwyn’s throat.

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