![]() The dented metal lost its polish long ago in the many conflicts he has fought to protect our kingdom, and I know he wears this now to remind the Dark Elves of his resolve. ![]() With his short blond hair, striking green eyes and only a hint of scruff along his jaw, he may be known as the young king of Florin, but Edmynd is no stranger to war. I observe as our eldest brother, Edmynd, moves to the front lines on his black mare. The Dark Elves captured him less than a week ago, and I pray that he still lives. My chest tightens with worry as I think of my older brother-Raiden. It rakes its sharp claws over the ground, snarling and gnashing its fangs as if impatient for war. ![]() The massive beast has the appearance of a common wolf, but is twice as large as a horse. Riding his dire wolf, he is terrifying to behold. His vibrant blue eyes are trained on our army with a piercing gaze. He is dressed in the dark green armor that is standard for his people. Known as a fierce and lethal warrior, it is rumored that none can stand against his armies and expect to win. ![]() Across the battlefield, the army of the Dark Elves lies in wait, their glowing eyes easily visible in the darkness as they stand in formation behind their king. The full moon shines brightly overhead, bathing the landscape in an ethereal, silver light. ![]()
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