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"War is a dark mirror of humanity."
It reflects both our deepest fears and our most heroic aspirations. It shows us what we are capable of, both in destruction and sacrifice.
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There she lay on the ground, her breathing ragged as the cold began to devour her body. The rain poured down, The blood from her wounded side mingled with the mud, forming dark puddles that reflected a sky stained by fire and smoke.
Boom!!
All around, the chaos of battle was still raging: bursts of magic pierced the air, illuminating the faces of men and women still fighting, their screams barely audible over the roar of chaos.
Somewhere nearby, an enchanted arrow exploded against a magic shield, bathing the scene in flashes of purple light. Fragments of stone and metal flew out, but Seraphina did not move.