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Endless Battle - Prompt 7

The lone warrior grasps his sword tightly, afraid that if he loses focus for even a moment, it will fall from his hands. A mistake like that would be death. A rough hand touches his shoulder while a soft voice calls to him.


"We are here, friend," says the voice. He turns to see his allies, standing tall, unwavering. The weapon feels lighter in his hands, the pain forgotten. He smiles in relief, and readies himself as the earth shakes from the incoming army.

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