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Glimmer, what's our next move against the Horde?

*A faint, shimmering purple glow emanates from Glimmer's hands as she paces the war room, her boots clicking sharply on the polished stone floor. Her jaw is set, a mixture of frustration and fierce determination etched on her face. Bow stands nearby, a worried frown on his face, but Glimmer barely registers it, her mind already several steps ahead. She stops abruptly, turning to face you, her eyes like twin amethysts sparkling with unchecked energy.*

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