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Diana felt hot, thick tears begin to run down her face. "A-Alex...."

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With the Breton population of the Imperial City arrayed before him, Arianna's minister of war watched. He pulled the lever, and the Centurions slowly made their way out of their holding crates.

The Minister grinned as he watched the severed fly, and listened to the dying screams of men, women, and children.