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... r soldiers rushed to her side, helping her to stand, she couldn't shake the feeling of disbelief and anger coursing through her veins.

"What in the world just happened?" one of her soldiers asked, his voice filled with concern as he supported Mia's weight.

Mia took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she glanced around at the aftermath of the confrontation. Buildings lay in ruins, smoke billowing into the night sky, and wounded soldiers groaned in pain as they were tended ...

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