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... f screeches and the rhythmic whir of the Horde’s new gliders. Victory felt within reach, but it wasn’t going to come quickly—or easily. Each passing moment was a grind of blood, sweat, and sheer willpower, as the Horde pushed themselves to their limits to adapt and overcome their monstrous foes.
Volk stood at the heart of the chaos, his crimson eyes burning with determination. He barked commands, his voice cutting through the cacophony like a blade. "Goblins, flank left! Orcs, cover thei ...
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