The battlefield was silent for a moment, the calm before the storm. Vaelen stood at the edge of the war camp, his gaze locked on the distant horizon. His warhammer was ready, its massive stone head glinting under the dimming sun. A young warrior approached, his steps hesitant, carrying a message from the elders. “Warchief Vaelen… it’s time.”
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