Ximena raised her hand, and her party echoed the gesture. Together, they swore an oath:
"By the blood of our fallen, By the land that's been torn, We vow to take vengeance, To drive the invaders from our own."
Their voices carried on the wind, a promise to the spirits and to themselves. Ximena's party dispersed, each member tasked with gathering intelligence, sabotaging enemy supply lines, and preparing for the coming fight.
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