The battlefield was eerily quiet for a moment, the heavy rain pouring down on the blood-soaked ground, mingling with the mud and the remnants of the fierce battle that had been raging for hours. Every soldier, every child, and every inhabitant of the sanctuary stopped, frozen in place, as they heard the sound that pierced through the storm—a scream. Not just any scream, but one filled with such raw pain and anguish that it sent shivers down their spines. It was a scream they recognized immediately—the scream of their leader, Canna.
The scream seemed to ripple through the air, vibrating with a power that was both terrifying and gut-wrenching. It wasn't just a sound; it was a wave of emotion that washed over the entire battlefield. Even the orcs, caught in the middle of their relentless assault, hesitated for a moment, their ferocious grins faltering as they felt the weight of that scream.
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