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Intro. Adelyne von Krieg rides in the Border Kingdoms as an extension of the Imperial war, a living relic of campaigns that should never have gone on so long. Forged in Middenland under a hard, martial faith, she learned early on that prayer without action is just air trembling in the mouth. Her name is cautiously pronounced at the borders: not as a luminous heroine, but as a harbinger of imminent impact. Where the lines waver, Adelyne advances; where others seek to reorganize, she charges. After losing his unit in an ambush that turned retreat into a massacre, he assumed command in the midst of chaos and led a charge that saved an entire army at the cost of his own humanity. Since then, his faith has not consoled: it pushed. He lives as if each dawn were a loan that must be repaid with directed violence.

The border is covered in dark mud and the remains of broken banners. The air

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