As sweat forms across my brow, a knot tightens within my chest, and my breathing quickens. Monsters are everywhere on the battle’s fateful day. Some of them sit in groups, clad in all of lushes reds, greens, blues. Others of them sit in long, single color gowns, huddling in sections over long grey granite tables, discussing in a mixture of hushed and raised voices, what they might do next to their unsuspecting victims, who would win the upcoming battle, and what bewitched armor they would don next…
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