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DARK REVELATION
Author: Victor Amos Regannez
last update Last Updated: 2023-08-22 21:53:07

Through the depths of the night, the Bauthinian soldiers moved with purpose, their torches casting flickering shadows that danced among the trees.

The Captain who was known as Tarian, led Lord Mordian and his men with the expertise born of years of service. The path was known to him, its twists and turns etched into his memory.

Guiding the survivors with a steady hand, he navigated the terrain with a confidence that inspired trust in those who followed.

The forest was alive with the sounds of their movement, the soft thud of hooves on the ground and the rustling of leaves underfoot.

Occasional hoots of owls and distant calls of nocturnal creatures added to the ethereal symphony that enveloped them.

The moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting an otherworldly glow that lent an air of magic to the night.

As they neared the outskirts of Prodloust gates, the forest gradually gave way to open fields, and the distant silhouette of the city's walls came into view.

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