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The earth shook with the force of the battle, the sound of clashing weapons and roaring magic echoing through the air like a symphony of destruction.
The forces of rebellion had cleared the majority of the orc generals, and now the final challenge awaited them.
The Orkish King the monstrous, dark sorcerer remained. His presence alone had turned the battlefield into a warzone of unimaginable chaos.
The rebels had suffered great losses, but they pressed on, knowing the fate of their world hinged on the outcome of this final clash.
Dabi stood at the heart of the battlefield, surveying the scene around him. His mind was sharp, his body weary, but his resolve was unwavering.
The sight of the fallen soldiers both orc and rebel brought an ache to his chest. He had witnessed countless lives lost in this war, and yet, the end was still not in sight.
