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Birth of the Dark One

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The Kraan fly into the dawn. The ground passes by at an incredible speed as you quickly approach the outer edges of Helgedad and the beginning of the enemy camp surrounding it. Urging your mount to go faster, you stare down at the encampment with trepidation. Many warriors from many different nations lie in wait there. Occasionally a glimpse of green betrays their Kai leaders walking among the many rows of endless tents. The Kai have raised a huge army of the alliance of all the nations in an effort to destroy the final remnants of the Darklords.

As they look up and see the many Kraan flying overhead, shouts of alarm break out. A distant bell starts to ring and a few archers try to loose their arrows at you. You are too high for anything from the ground to strike you and you snicker at their futile attempts. You have gotten around halfway past the encampment when you hear some of the squad members gasp in alarm. You look up to see what the problem is.

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