The sky began to dim as the golden hue of the setting sun yielded to the darker shades of twilight. The Farus family was known to very few in the high circle, as they were a power beyond everyone and not to be trifled with, but tonight, they were preparing to show their strength that few had ever imagined.
The country's border horizon shimmered with the reflection of countless cargo ships advancing steadily. These vast ships, behemoths of steel and power, held within them the fury and might of the Farus arsenal: rockets, armaments, and more. Every vessel bore the unmistakable emblem of the Farus: a fierce hawk, wings spread wide in mid-flight, a symbol of their impending dominance.
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