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... rst Battalion neatly lined up before the funeral pyres in full battle gear like they were going to engage in a battle. Those who wielded spears strike the ground with the butt end of their weapon in a slow rhythm, the ones who wielded the stabbing swords banged their shields with it.
A slow and lasting blast from the battle horns echoed through the camp as the war drums made their entrance. Slow beats accompanied from the drummers accompanied the melancholic sounds of the weapons that gr ...
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