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... e faint glow of planetary defenses flickering in the distance.
Athena adjusted the strap of her tactical vest, her pulse steady despite the imminent danger surrounding them.
The wind carried the scent of scorched earth, metal, and something more putrid, the unmistakable stench of zerg carcasses left to rot under the cold moons of the Sinalta border.
She stood alongside Mors on the elevated ridge of their assigned sector, surveying the barren wasteland below.
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