The morning sun crested the jagged eastern peaks of the Dragonback range, bathing the mist-shrouded canopy of the Gloomwood in molten bronze and radiant gold. As the fourth bell of the dawn watch echoed through the river valley, the three thousand elite legionnaires of the Vanguard moved out from Oakhaven in flawless, rhythmic synchronicity. There was no chaotic shouting, no panicked blare of retreat horns, and none of the disorderly…
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