The same thing happened in every corner of the continent: heroes raised their voices, spreading a fighting spirit that shook the earth.
Each cry was another spark in the fire that ignited the hearts of the continent.
The enemy advanced like a dark tide, and the sky trembled with their roar..
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In a remote region to the north, Amelia, the Lady of Dawn, led the Silver Guard. Her light armour reflected the light of the flames that devoured the forest and tore the shadows to shreds.
The battle raged under a crimson sky.
Winged demons descended like living shadows, snatching men from the ground and hurling them into the jaws of the abyss.
Amelia, however, stood tall atop the ruins of an ancient tower.
With a firm voice that cut through the din like a war bell, she commanded:
"Attack!"
The staff in her hand glowed with the intensity of the sun.
A circle of runes formed beneath her feet, and the earth shook.
