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The Princess was crying now. Great, heaving sobs that shook her small frame.

The blade remained where it was—embedded in his grip, still glowing. And then it sang . A high, thin note that rose and rose until it passed beyond hearing. The Praetor’s eyes went wide. His armor began to crack—not from impact, but from resonance . Every joint, every seam, every rune carved into the metal vibrated apart. Royal Guards of Ethyria -Final- -Yukari-chan- F...

“Be brave,” she said. “Be kind. Be stubborn .” The Princess was crying now

By the sixteenth, the outer wards had fallen. The Praetor’s war-golems—each one a three-ton statue of animated black iron—had smashed through the inner bailey. The Royal Guard had given ground, room by bloody room, until only the Spire’s apex remained. And then it sang

Seventeen riflemen fell.

The first bolt stopped an inch from her palm, spinning in place. Then the second. The third. Within two heartbeats, seventeen bolts hung suspended in the air around her, trembling like iron filings around a magnet. She closed her fingers into a fist.