The departure of the Grand Army from the holy city of Solaria was a spectacle of celebration that rivaled the grandest festivals of antiquity. Over fifty thousand citizens lined the marble highways, showering the marching columns with garlands of dried lavender, laurel wreaths, and fresh autumn roses. In the vanguard rode King Auren and Queen Lyra on their armored white destriers, their royal battle cloaks fluttering side by side in…
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