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breathing was ragged, their bodies covered in sweat

despite the chill in the night air.

“Kian,” Lira whispered, stopping suddenly and
pulling Kian's arm behind a thick bush. “I'm not sure we

can keep running away like this. There are more of

them.”

Kian, who was holding a small knife with
trembling hands, turned to Lira. “So, what can we do? If

we stop, they'll kill us!”

Lira let out a long breath. “I'm just saying, we

need a plan. It's not just about running away.”

Suddenly, the sound of cold laughter came from
behind them. From behind the mist, a large figure in

gleaming black armor emerged. Behind him, a dozen

shadowy warriors armed with magic spears stood guard.
The figure spoke, his voice like a vibrating metallic

clang.

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