The horizon is a canvas of desolation, yet my path is far from over. Daisys voice, steady and fierce, pierces the dry air as she cradles the swell of her belly, feeling the stirrings of the protector deity within. Come what may, I wont be stopped—not by death, not by destiny. Her grip tightens on the Magnum Research BFR, a silent vow etched in steel and will.
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