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Chapter 48: Valeria

Frost's POV

The vast icy plains of Iceland stretched to the horizon outside the walls of our stronghold. Within the war room, the air was thick with tension as my advisors argued strategies. The clamor of voices instantly quieting as I strode in. All eyes turned expectantly to me as I took my place at the head of the carved oak table.

"What news of the last dragon's whereabouts?" I demanded, forgoing pleasantries. Time was of the essence.

The three scouts I'd dispatched shifted uneasily, none meeting my piercing gaze. Gritting my teeth in frustration, I addressed the eldest. "Well? Report."

"Apologies, Commander. We scoured every inch of terrain from here to the Highlands border. No signs of the dragon or his roost were found."

Murmured curses rippled around the room. I processed this new setback, my jaw tightening. We couldn't allow those damnable Aldorians to claim the glory of the last dragon's capture.

"Infiltrating the fortress remains impossible then?" I already knew the
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