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... s still tight. The adults were locked away in strategy meetings, arguing over maps and old grudges.

Which left the children with exactly one directive: "Go play. Don’t freeze. Don’t break anything."

They took this order very seriously.

In the snow-covered training grounds, two mighty empires were rising.

On the left side stood Vali’s Kingdom of Chaos.

It wasn’t a fort. It was a pile. Vali had used his supernatural strength to roll massive, uneven boulders ...

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