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Amidst the chaos, the elite guards of the allied clans gathered, their expressions grim yet resolute. These warriors were the best among their ranks—hardened by battle, unshaken by fear. They watched as their comrades fell, their strategy crumbling under the relentless onslaught of the Zealots. The battlefield was no longer in their favor.

One of them, a Zephyr captain, clenched his jaw. "If we stay, we'll be slaughtered one by one," he said, his voice carrying over the din of battle. "They strike from the shadows, dragging us into their world. If we wait for them to come… we're already dead."

A Terra warrior, his armor cracked and smeared with the blood of fallen allies, exhaled slowly. "Then we take the fight to them."

Silence hung in the air for a brief moment. It was a mad idea. Reckless. No one who had been pulled into the upside-down world had ever returned. But was waiting for death any wiser?