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The final battle erupted in a clearing, where elves, dwarves, and beings of light clashed

with orcs, trolls, and goblins from the shadows. Amidst the chaos, the Evil One stood

tall—a monstrous SCARECROW, its charred straw crackling with dark magic. Barther charged

through the fray, Ironlight gleaming in his hand. With a fierce cry, he plunged the blade

into the beast’s belly. The Scarecrow let out a deafening scream before bursting into

flames, its twisted form crumbling to ash as the forces of darkness began to fall.

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Mosmos

The baddies have bigger thicker swords 🤣🤣🤣🤣