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... Gwamuros was unrecognizable. What was once a lush, green field was now a scarlet landscape. The grass, once soft beneath her boots, was soaked with blood. Bodies of men and horses lay scattered across the ground, some still, others writhing in pain. The air reeked of iron and death. Arrows jutted from bodies, and deep hoof prints in the grass told a story of panic and destruction.
The soldiers positioned on the walls of Sentro could only watch in horror. None of the 500 cavalry of Estal ...
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