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The City of Rifthain
⠀⠀⠀⠀As the smoke from burning villages drifted into the sky, Aglovan’s gaze was fixed on the distant walls of Rifthain, now a fortress of the undead. The once-glorious city had become a dark stronghold, its proud spires crumbling under the weight of enemy corruption. Aglovan and his army had secured the shores and nearby ruins, but every step toward the city brought fiercer resistance.
⠀⠀⠀“Captain, the undead numbers are growing,” a soldier reported breathlessly. “Reinforcements are closing in from the east.”
Aglovan’s jaw tightened. The closer they came to Rifthain, the harder the enemy fought to hold it. But retreat was not an option. They had fought too hard to turn back now.
⠀⠀⠀⠀“We hold our ground,” Aglovan commanded. “Send word to the archers. Focus on the undead commanders, and we will thin their ranks. We need to push forward, or Rifthain will be lost forever.”
The sound of battle grew louder as Aglovan led his troops into the fray. Undead warriors swarmed from the city’s gates, but Aglovan’s forces stood strong, pushing back with everything they had. Every strike, every arrow, every spell was aimed at reclaiming Rifthain.
⠀⠀⠀With each passing moment, the path to the city seemed longer, but Aglovan knew they were close. They had to break through, not only for the city but for all of Mantaria.
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