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"Remember, General," came the solemn but terse voice through the sand-blasted winds, "we do not attack." "Yes, Empress. " General Fang gritted his teeth and nearly hissed the words. Of all the hells-damned Dracai that could have passed the Oath, it had to have been her. The sand was everywhere, damaging the armor he wore proudly through multiple battles. The winds laughed at his armor, finding multiple holes that daggers, swords, or axes would never pierce. How long had it