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The night was as dark as ink, thickly shrouding the streets of the capital in an eerie silence, where a chilling tension hung in the air.
Leon donned black heavy armor, which glimmered with a cold sheen under the moonlight, resembling a lurking beast poised to strike.
He sat astride a tall warhorse, flanked by the elite troops of his family, each face etched with seriousness, their eyes reflecting determination and loyalty.
"Tonight, we will make those traitors pay dearly for their actions!" Leon's voice was deep and powerful, echoing through the night sky like a bolt of lightning piercing the darkness.
The warriors tightened their grips on their weapons, letting out low growls of anger in response to Leon's command, their voices filled with a shared sense of enmity.
Leading the charge, Leon guided his troops stealthily toward the traitors' stronghold.
The sound of hooves lightly echoed on the cobblestone road, yet in Leon's heart, it thundered like war drums.
Images of his family's glory and past victories flooded his mind, along with the trusting gazes of Alice and Oliver, fortifying his resolve even further.
Upon reaching the traitors' stronghold, silence enveloped them; only a few dim lanterns swayed in the wind, as if whispering of the tragedy about to unfold.
Leon furrowed his brow slightly; an instinct warned him that things seemed too easy.
"Be cautious; stay alert!" he murmured to the soldiers beside him.
Just then, a large group of enemies surged from within the stronghold, brandishing sharp blades and shouting as they charged toward Leon's forces.
Leon let out a cold snort, a flicker of disdain crossing his eyes. "Just in time!" He suddenly drew his longsword, its blade gleaming like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.
The battle erupted in an instant, the clash of blades and the deafening cries of war filling the air.
Leon wielded his sword with fluid grace, each swing infused with immense power. His swordplay was fierce and precise, and one by one, his enemies fell before him, blood splattering onto his armor like blooming crimson flowers.
In the heat of the battle, Leon spotted a familiar figure—one of the traitors from his family, his cousin, who had grown up alongside him.
His cousin's eyes were filled with fear and regret, but at that moment, Leon's heart burned only with anger and the desire for revenge.
"You betrayed our family and our bond; today is your day to die!" Leon roared as he charged toward his cousin.
His cousin frantically raised his weapon to defend himself, but under Leon's overwhelming assault, he seemed utterly defenseless.
Leon’s longsword slithered through his cousin's defenses like a venomous snake, piercing into his chest. His cousin slowly crumpled to the ground, despair filling his eyes.
As Leon looked at his cousin's lifeless body, he felt no satisfaction—only profound sorrow.
The battle raged on, with Leon's forces gradually gaining the upper hand. Yet the enemy's resistance remained fierce; they seemed prepared to fight to the bitter end.
Leon felt a sharp pain as an enemy blade grazed his arm, blood trickling down. But he paid no heed to the pain; only one conviction filled his mind: to utterly eradicate these traitors.
On the chaotic battlefield, Leon moved like a god of war, unstoppable in his advance.
His figure darted among the enemies, each strike claiming a life. The warriors were inspired by Leon's presence, their morale soaring as they bravely fought against their foes.
As time passed, the traitors' defenses gradually crumbled. Leon stood at the center of the stronghold, watching the fallen enemies around him, feeling a mix of emotions within.
Though this bloody slaughter had ended in victory, it came at a heavy cost. He looked at the wounded soldiers beside him, his heart filled with guilt and gratitude.
"We may have won this battle," Leon said to the warriors, his voice tinged with fatigue, "but this is just the beginning of our family's resurgence."
"We must continue to strive, to protect the honor of our family, and not let down every brother who sacrificed for us."
The soldiers nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with admiration and loyalty towards Leon.
Leon gazed into the distance, his thoughts drifting to Alice and Oliver.
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