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In the cold air of the evening, with the sunlight gradually fading in the west, an army of humans marched on Hyland. When the top of the minarets appeared, Adaria felt her blood run cold. There, nestled beneath the cold darkness of castle Donovan lay her greatest foe.
The tension was palpable, and both men and beasts could feel the end was near. When the sun set, the darkness swallowed them whole. So thick was it that not a single one of them could make out what was happening in front of them. Men bustled into each other, grunting and protesting. But still, their strength could be felt, thousands upon thousands with weapons in hand, ready to lay down their lives for a brighter future.
And amidst them, still lying quietly in its sheath, the Morningstar ached for blood. A hundred ye
