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When the sun dips below the horizon, and the fires of the pyre die down, I'm left with the ache of war's weight upon me. My body, a canvas of scars, a testament...

As I stand on the battlefield, my axe raised high, I feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. It's a sensation that never gets old, a mix of lust ...

As I stand on the battlefield, my axe raised high, I feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. It's a sensation that never gets old, the thrill of ...