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Panting after a long run, Amalia stood on the deck of the Breeze, searching among the group of refugees for someone who could register her for passage. Fortunately, as she could see, the ship was intact. However, this did not negate the fact that what had happened had disrupted all her plans.
Amalia could only guess at the cause of the explosion, but she had definitely heard about something similar before. Something like this happened three years ago, in Dal Shabet.
"At this rate, there will be nothing left for the empires to conquer – only ashes."