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The shaman’s eyes widened as his spell dissipated; his concentration broken not by a counter-spell, but by a 7.62mm round that grazed his staff. He looked up to see Lute descending the ridge, his silhouette framed by the smoke of gunpowder.

The silence of the valley was shattered by a rhythmic, mechanical thunder. It wasn't the chaotic explosion of a fireball, but the precise, high-velocity crack of lead meeting air. From their hidden positions, Chris and Meiya unleashed a crossfire that turned the Orc charge into a standstill. The shaman’s eyes widened as his spell dissipated;

The Orcs roared, a cacophony of iron and ego. Their shaman began a chant, the air shimmering with the heat of an impending firestorm. To any other village, this would be the end. "Open fire," Lute said. It wasn't the chaotic explosion of a fireball,

"In this world, you call it magic," Lute said, adjusting his sights for the final shot. "In mine, we just call it ballistics." Their shaman began a chant, the air shimmering

Beside him, Snow, the white-wolf girl, checked the magazine of her submachine gun. Her ears twitched at the sound of the approaching Orc vanguard. "They’re within range, Lute," she whispered, her eyes sharp with a focus that combined her natural predatory instincts with the modern tactical training Lute had drilled into her.