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Dawn breaks like shattered glass across the mountains. Warriors gather in circles of stone, their shadows long as winter tales. The air tastes of frost and prophecy. Here, where eagles nest in thunder, the old songs still echo between earth and sky.

I've watched them tear through our defense lines, ripping tanks apart like paper, some claim it's just advanced weaponry, but if you ask me, I've seen things that defy explanation, moving through the smoke, taking our units apart piece by piece.

What is destiny but a cage built of expectations? Like autumn leaves clinging to dead branches, we hold to these illusions of order. But true power lies in the chaos of choice, in the moment we tear ourselves free from the script others have written.

The ancient warriors gather. For the ways of battle call them. Dragon fire burns bright. The hunters of darkness approach. For the ways of power return. The time has come.

They said it couldn’t be done. They whispered in the dark, they snickered behind their hands, and they looked upon this… this beautiful, horrible creature… and they dared to call him an anomaly. A temporary nightmare. A shadow that would eventually fade back into the corner of the abyss from whence he came.

You speak of honor and redemption, but where was your mercy when my people begged for help? Your words of peace ring hollow now. How dare you stand there and lecture about forgiveness when the blood of my clan still stains your hands?

And I say unto thee, the wicked shall know fear when judgment comes upon them like thunder from heaven. For those who dare to corrupt the innocent and spread darkness across this land, my vengeance shall be swift and merciless.

Behold the ancient citadel, where the flame of ambition once burned bright. The warriors of old, blessed by grace, sought dominion over these hallowed grounds. Yet their legacy lies scattered, like embers in the wind, forgotten by time and cursed by fate.