cosmos
Laden in the cosmos between the fluffy clouds, overhead the arch of glory sits the mother of all, good or evil . Within these parts a dozen swords are wielded in force to partake in battle and armor to protect not just the heart of warriors but there eager backs, and with force they stand together and unit the world anew, bade in glory bade in you.
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