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The sun climbed higher in the sky as Julius stood at the forefront of his legion, the salty breeze whipping through his hair.

The harbor of Mylonas stretched before him, a bustling port city now transformed into a stronghold for the Argosians.

The distinct sound of waves crashing against the rocks was now overshadowed by the clatter of armor and the murmurs of anxious legionaries preparing for battle.

Julius could see the defenders forming their ranks, a wall of shields and spears glinting ominously in the bright sunlight.

"Form ranks!"

he commanded, his voice rising above the din of the legion.

The men moved swiftly, their disciplined movements reflecting the years of training they had endured.

The legionaries took their positions, their shields forming a near-impenetrable wall, while the glint of their weapons caught the sun, promising death to their foes.