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... ainst their backs.
Their armor gleamed under the pale sunlight, their banners fluttering in the breeze, but beneath the surface tension crackled like an impending storm. No matter their confidence, every soldier knew the truth, they were stepping into the unknown.
At the forefront of the formation, a white-armored commander rode steadily, his sharp gaze scanning the distant ruins.
Beside him, a small figure clutched a wooden staff, her grip firm despite the slight tremble ...
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