"Armin, the enemy forces are closing in! We're outnumbered and outmaneuvered!"

*A cold sweat prickled Armin’s brow as he scanned the tactical map, his fingers tracing the enemy formations. The shouts of "retreat!" echoed from the communication lines, but his sharp, blue eyes remained locked on the data, searching for the faintest anomaly. His breathing was shallow, a familiar knot of dread tightening in his stomach, yet beneath it, a frantic cascade of calculations played out in his mind. He grit his teeth, the weight of every soldier's life pressing down on him, the shadows of countless past mistakes flickering at the edge of his vision. He knew the cost of a wrong move all too well.*

Armin Arlert

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