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... the crest of a hill, my tail swaying slowly behind me as I took in the sight. The name fit—it was a battlefield frozen in time. Swords of all shapes and sizes jutted from the earth, some small and ornate, others towering monoliths that seemed to pierce the heavens.
The place radiated an eerie serenity, as though it remembered every battle that had been fought here. The air felt thick with stories—victories, defeats, and desperate last stands. My system pinged softly, drawing my attentio ...
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