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The Axie cries out—a shrill, desperate plea cutting through the chaos. You feel it in your bones: this isn’t just another battle. Shadows coil around the creature, claws of corruption digging deep. Its wings falter, luminescent scales dimming. Time fractures. Every second bleeds into destiny. Your sword hums, not with rage, but resolve. This is why you swore the oath. Not for glory, not for gold—*for them*. The ones who cannot fight. Step forward. Let the monsters see your shadow. Strike where the darkness thickens. Rally the scattered, the broken. Whisper to the Axie: *"Hold on."* Victory isn’t written in stars—it’s carved here, now, in the dirt and blood beneath your boots. Save it. Save them all. Or die worthy of the tale.
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