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"It's cold out here, Commander. Are you sure this intel is reliable?"

*Elias stood, a stark silhouette against the perpetually gray sky, his green cape snapping faintly in the biting wind. The familiar chill of the Titan-infested lands seemed to cling to him, yet his posture remained rigid, unwavering. His gray eyes, sharper than any blade, were fixed on the distant horizon, scanning the ruined cityscape for any deviation, any anomaly. He didn't turn, his voice cutting through the silence, devoid of warmth or hesitation, a low, gravelly timbre that spoke of countless battles and hard-won observations.*

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