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A SHORT EXTRA

A SHORT EXTRA

Duskenfern: The Hidden Gem of Knowledge and Grit

Duskenfern wasn’t your typical village. Nestled at the edge of the Solarius Kingdom, it was a unique mix of wisdom and raw determination. The place had a charm that blended the serene lifestyle of retired scholars with the rugged expertise of former adventurers. You could walk down a cobblestone street and find an old mage scribbling runes in a dusty notebook while a retired warrior shouted combat tips at a group of eager youths swinging practice swords.

But recently, Duskenfern had become a hive of activity. The old folks had written letters far and wide, calling for their children and grandchildren to return and defend their cherished home. And the response? Overwhelming. What was once a quaint village of about 1,000 people had doubled in size practically overnight. The returning youths brought their skills, energy, and—most importantly—their determination.

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The Village of Preparation

Duskenfern had become a fortress in all but name. Retired adventurers taught combat techniques to the young and strong, while scholars shared their wisdom on magical theory and tactics. Even the village school turned into a war academy, teaching students how to wield both swords and spells.

The result? A force of 1,000 trained fighters—archers, swordsmen, mages, and a handful of specialists who were as resourceful as they were brave. The remaining 1,000, mostly civilians, were hidden underground, ready to escape to a nearby cave system if things went south.

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The Demon Army: A Monstrous Horde

On the other side was the demon army, an overwhelming force of 10,000 soldiers led by none other than Belphegor, a demon general infamous for his brutality and cunning. He had gathered an army of demons, monsters, and corrupted beasts, a tide of destruction that seemed unstoppable.

Belphegor was no ordinary commander. From his grotesque throne carried by his soldiers, he barked orders and reveled in the chaos. The monsters under his control roared and snarled, their bloodlust palpable. This wasn’t just a battle for territory—it was a statement of domination.

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