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The Siege of Vynoria
Author: Cindy Chen
last update2025-04-29 20:56:42

The wind in the war camp grew tense as the sun dipped below the horizon, its fading light casting an ominous orange glow across the battlefield. A momentary stillness hung over Aerondale’s ranks, an eerie calm before the storm.

On the command platform, General Thaddeus Ironheart stood unflinching, his sharp gaze fixed on the distant silhouette of Vynoria. His soldiers, hundreds strong, assembled before him, a disciplined force of fury and power. The time had come.

“Prepare to strike,” Ironheart ordered, his voice like a hammer against stone. “We’ve waited long enough. Let them know Aerondale’s wrath.”

First, the firebearers were called forward—elite soldiers of Aerondale who wielded the power of the flame like an extension of their very souls. Their eyes burned with an inner light, each one a living, breathing conduit of destruction. They stood in perfect formation, hands raised toward the sky, a single command from their leader setting the stage.

“BURN.”

A torrent of fire burst forth
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