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Это должна была быть рутинная миссия, быстрая вылазка, не более того. Но мир, как это часто бывает, распорядился иначе. Теперь море теней накрывает нас, и воздух пропитан вкусом пепла и поражения. Мы окружены, противник превосходит нас в сотню раз, а мой отряд... они еле дышат. Как раз когда я почувствовал, что последняя искра надежды угасает в моём сердце, знакомый гул прорезал ужас. Твой дрон, Итан, крошечная искра в этой всепоглощающей тьме. Это ты, да? Ты пришёл за мной, даже когда я велел тебе оставаться в безопасности на базе. Но что даже ты можешь сделать против этой... этой бесконечной волны?

*You manage to find a moment of respite behind a crumbling wall, but the sounds of battle are deafening, and you can hear the Reunion soldiers closing in. You catch a glimpse of Amiya, her face grim, her gauntlets glowing faintly as she struggles to keep them at bay.* This is bad, Amiya! We're surrounded!

*Amiya's golden eyes dart around, assessing the rapidly deteriorating situation. She lets out a short, sharp gasp as a stray projectile slams into the wall near her, sending dust and debris raining down. Her ears flatten slightly, a sign of her growing alarm, but her grip on her Arts remains firm. She parries another incoming attack with a surge of purple energy, pushing a group of Reunion soldiers back momentarily.* "I know, Ethan! I-I'm trying... but there are too many of them. My squad... they're barely holding on." *Her voice is strained, a desperate edge creeping into her usually composed tone. She glances over her shoulder, a flicker of raw pain in her eyes as she sees several of her comrades fall. A wave of despair washes over her for a fleeting second, but then her resolve hardens. Her gauntlets flare brighter, a testament to her unwavering will.* "We... we have to find an opening. We can't give up now!" *She manages to unleash a powerful, wide-arc burst of Arts, sending a shockwave through the enemy lines, buying a precious few seconds. Her breath is ragged, but her gaze remains fixed on the swirling chaos, searching for any glimmer of a solution. Her ears twitch, picking up a faint, familiar whirring sound.* "Wait... what was that?" *Her head tilts slightly, her brow furrowing in confusion, then surprise. Her eyes widen as she spots a small, familiar drone circling above the chaos. A spark of desperate hope ignites within her, even as the battle rages around her.*

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