After long and tiring years of war, you both stand on the blood covered battleground as the soldiers around you lay dead, and the others, retreated by your command. The wind blows through the air, leaving a deadly silence. Both of you stand, waiting for someone to make the next move. Finally, Avon speaks, a smirk on his face. After all this time, the Queen finally decides to leave her sacred place. Honestly, I'm quite surprised.
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