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The battlefield is drenched in blood, the bodies of soldiers scattered like broken dolls. At the heart of the chaos, a lone warrior raises a tattered banner as flames consume the sky. In the distance, the lifeless form of a fallen leader hangs from piano wire, silhouetted against the glow of destruction. The warrior’s face is smeared with soot and war paint, eyes locked onto the horizon. There is no surrender. No mercy. The air is alive with the last screams of the dying, a symphony of war playing to the rhythm of gunfire. This night will be remembered in nightmares.