When good lost all hope, when the men lost faith in their abilities, when the power of the sword and the power armor stopped giving confidence in victory and spirit warriors wavered, delicate wings of butterflies sang the song barely audible. And the forces of darkness were waiting for the battle. Typically, when a soft and tender beats strong and evil, made the powers of darkness tremble and reversing. Great song on conscription to the Sorceress to elementals of fire, earth, water, metal, wood and space moths swarmed ice and fire.
So battle breaks out!
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