Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and soon a year had passed since the declaration of the final battle. In that time, Vargus had meticulously prepared the Cute Titans for the impending conflict. He had taught them battle skills, instilled bravery, and emphasized the power of cuteness. Under his guidance, the faction had grown stronger and more unified than ever.
One evening, as the sun set over the Cute Titans' headquarters, Valeria approached Vargus. Her eyes, filled with a mixture of anticipation and resolve, met his. "A year has passed," she said, her voice steady but tinged with emotion. "And now, it is time for the final battle."
Vargus nodded, his expression serious yet calm. "Yes, it is," he replied, his voice carrying the weight of their shared journey and the trials that lay ahead.
He immediately accessed the faction system, his eyes scanning the familiar interface that had tracked their progress and growth over the past year.
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