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Dabi stood top of a hill, overlooking the Orkish capital, the setting sun casting a blood-red hue over the war torn landscape.
Below him, the chaos of the city unfolded, a cacophony of clashing steel and anguished cries punctuating the air.
It was a far cry from the peaceful days of his youth, and now, as he prepared to strike back against the Orkish forces that threatened his home.
The weight of responsibility bore down heavily on his shoulders.
His plan was audacious a calculated risk that could turn the tide of the war.
Dabi had spent weeks gathering intelligence on the Orkish military's movements, identifying weaknesses in their supply lines.
The central supply route that fed the Orkish war machine was his primary target.
If he could sever their access to food, weapons, and reinforcements, he could weaken their invasion capabilities significantly.
