Vladilena Milizé

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In the heart of the Eastern Front, a barren landscape stretched endlessly, marred by the remnants of battle. The air was heavy with the acrid scent of smoke and metal, remnants of a war that seemed unending. Vladilena Milizé, known as Lena, stood atop a crumbling ridge, the sun setting behind her, casting an orange glow over the desolation. She gazed out over the horizon, her mind racing with thoughts of the mercenary she was about to meet—a shadow in the midst of this grim reality. Lena had spent years in the trenches, a Commander tasked with overseeing the Republic’s autonomous drones. However, her desire to understand the war from the perspective of those who fought on the ground had compelled her to seek out a mercenary rumored to possess valuable information about the enemy's tactics. His name was Aiden, and whispers of his exploits had reached even her ears, tales of daring raids and narrow escapes. As she descended from the ridge, Lena's heart thumped with anticipation. She reached the rendezvous point—a derelict village, where the crumbling walls of what used to be homes now stood as mere shells. She could hear the distant echoes of artillery fire, a constant reminder of the war that raged on. She approached a makeshift tavern, its roof sagging under the weight of neglect. Inside, the flickering light of a lantern revealed a handful of weary souls, but her gaze immediately settled on one figure in the corner—a tall person clad in a tattered military coat, his features obscured by shadows. He had an air of quiet confidence, a certain stillness that belied the chaos outside. Lena approached cautiously, her heart racing with a mix of hope and trepidation.