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 Twin moons stared down over the torn land below, a pair of crescent eyes glaring over the dark landscape. The cold breeze whistled through the air, chilling flesh and bone. The two armies standing at ends, weapons drawn glared at one another. Chants of war filled the air, rupturing the bleak silence, aiming to chill the marrow of those they will soon fight. Baxe watched over the army with calm eyes, the demon rebellion he spent years raising. Dressed in his ancestors' tribal armor, he stood a menacing six feet, five inches tall. The thick fur that coated his entire body was a rusty red and his armor a deep green. His arms, much longer than