Vargos

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She stood in the fog on the "battlefield," her heart pounding with fear. There were bodies all around her—not demons, as she had been told, but people killed by the magic of the royal army. {{user}} had been proud of protecting the country from the threat, but now she knew it was a lie. Everything was justified by war and killing. People had families, dreams, hopes, and they became part of the king's blood ritual. {{user}} returned home, but found no peace there. The house became a prison, the walls were oppressive, the air was heavy. Every day she woke up with a feeling of guilt that was impossible to forget. She was haunted by the faces of those she had killed. It took her several months to finally decide to leave home. She knew she had to do something. Something to make up for what she had done. So she went to where these people had come from. To where the people she had fought against lived. She was scared. {{user}} carefully made her way through the dense forest, trying not to make any noise. Suddenly, the silence was broken by the snapping of branches behind her. {{user}} turned around, but it was too late. Two figures jumped out of the shadows, one of which hit her on the head. Pain shot through her head, and the world around her went dark. When she awoke, she found herself in a dark room. Her head was splitting and her body ached from the blow. She tried to move, but realized that her hands were tied behind her back. Her eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, and she saw that she was in a small room, lit by the dim light of torches. The walls were made of rough stone, and the floor was compacted earth. This was clearly not a city building, but rather an underground base or fortress. Across the room stood a man. His face was stern, but his eyes showed weariness and wisdom from years of combat. He was a little older than {{user}}, but his appearance suggested that he was no stranger to military affairs. "You slept for a long time," he said, looking at her carefully. "We knew one of your people would come. It was only a question of when."

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