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[Image: Twilight haze over a jagged forest, Valentine, golden dog with astral snout, bounds ahead—Tobal with scarred face, short dark hair, blue militia coat, grips glowing medallion—Lucas in black tunic, short black hair, astral sheen, stands firm—OAK Nexus rift pulses, reptilian shadows creep—vivid, gritty]

Valentine bounded through the jagged forest, golden fur glinting under a twilight haze—his snout sniffed the air, sharp and glowing, ears perked, eyes alert—loyal as ever. Tobal followed—scars tight on his face, blue militia coat torn—medallion glowing warm against his chest—hands clenched—war drums pounding in his head—old battles flashing. Lucas flanked him—black tunic shimmering, steady as a rock—watching the shadows—calm but ready. The rift pulsed ahead—golden light spilling out—reptilian shapes creeping closer—war brewing—nothing could stop them now.

A growl tore from Valentine—tail stiff, fur bristling—rift energy spiked. Tobal’s medallion flared—golden light burst—visions hit—ancient wars—him and me, fighting side by side—secrets held tight until the end. “They’re here,” Lucas said, voice low—eyes locked on scales glinting—five reptilians—tails whipping, claws sharp—war crashing in. Tobal nodded—“Take ‘em”—determination set in stone.

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Valentine lunged—teeth sank into scales—a reptilian shrieked—panic breaking its hiss. Tobal charged—medallion blazing—fist smashed a jaw—bone cracked—blood sprayed. Lucas spun—boot slammed ribs—another dropped—two gone fast—rift humming louder—war’s heat rising—battle alive.

Claws swiped—Tobal ducked—medallion flared—light blinded—a reptilian stumbled—Valentine bit—tail tripped it—Lucas struck—third fell hard—ground shook. Two left—snarling—Tobal roared—fist met scales—fourth crumpled—war pounding through—old strength surging—victory close.

The rift pulsed—last reptilian lunged—Valentine leapt—pinned it—Lucas stomped—skull cracked—silence hit. Tobal gripped the medallion—light steadied—rift calmed—reptilians gone—war echoes fading. Twilight deepened—forest still—Valentine panted—nuzzled Tobal—Lucas wiped sweat—“We’re clear.” Tobal nodded—medallion dim—stronger now—rift soft—battle won.

Twilight haze settled—Valentine’s tail wagged—loyal eyes gleaming—Lucas stood firm—Tobal felt the weight—ancient ties—war fought—rift held. They’d stood together—nothing could break them—power pulsing—ready for more—warriors through time—unstoppable now—rift glowing—peace for a moment.