Note: Thank you @Anthony_0756 for the 5 Golden Tickets.
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Amidst the shroud of the pitch-dark night, in the heart of the training grounds, Das's movements were a mesmerising display of controlled fury. Armed with the royal sabre, its edges honed to a razor's precision, he attacked a human-sized rock statue that stood like a silent sentinel.
The sabre's golden hilt seemed to dance in Das's practiced grip as he unleashed a series of strikes upon the unyielding rock. Each motion was a testament to his mastery, the blade's path precise and purposeful. The air sang with the sound of steel slicing through the night, a harmonious symphony of determination and technique.
As the sabre met the rock statue's surface, sparks of energy seemed to fly, the collision a testament to the power coursing through Das's veins. With each strike, the statue's surface chipped away, fragments of stone scattering like stardust in the darkness.
