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Divided by the paths, united by the admiration of their leaders.
This barren battlefield where two armies stood, facing one another at the moment of dawn…
On one side were barrage solders, devoted to the one that they admired more than the gods of this world themslevs.
The one that was praised as an absolute, the one that had been the master of the throne of the west, the one that even at this moment stood among them.
He who had been around even before the forefathers of most of these Barack solders were born, he who was around even before the foundations of their homes were built and he who forged the paths to the peaceful lives for his citizens was the deity that did not need be present in the heavens to be an model of warship.
He was a divine being and one of the masters present in this world who had refused the lord hood and stayed among his people to guide them towards the brighter path of the mortality with his own hands.