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An hour before dawn, the air was thick with tension as Stacie Sharpe stealthily moved through the shadows surrounding the conflict zone. Her heart pounded in her chest, yet her movements were precise, honed from years of experience in the art of espionage.
She had come to this desolate borderland on a crucial mission—to gather intel. Initially, her target had been Sand Rock Country's renowned wizards, but fate had led her elsewhere.
Instead of spying on them, she found herself at the encampment of Tolu Country, her instincts pulling her toward something far more significant.
With her hood drawn low, cloaked in the darkness that enveloped the camp, she crept closer to the heart of the enemy's gathering. High-ranking wizards were deep in conversation, their voices hushed yet grave.
Stacie positioned herself behind a weathered stone pillar, just within earshot, her breath barely audible.
