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I. Imperator's Flame-Chase Path
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Who would win?
A young girl emerging from her sheath and showing her edge,
Or a tyrant who has emerged victorious from a hundred battles?
The black and white legions squared off on the battlefield,
Golden and crimson blood converging into a coursing river.
“The leader herself actually dares to step forth and face peril?”
The tyrant charged toward the exposed gap in the king's flank,
And instantly fell into a trap of raging flames and iron rain.
“On the board, the King is too but a chess piece.
If the king does not lead, how would any dare to follow?”[1]
She lifted the king of the crystal pieces high,
As though proclaiming the ascension of a new king.
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Who would win?
The holy city that has stood for a thousand years,
Or the foreign city-states from a thousand miles away?
Hollow hatred ignited the flames of war,
The besieged walls of dawn tottered.
“Only a miracle can save us now…”
The cowardly elders barred themselves behind closed doors,
While the trembling citizenry knelt and prayed.
“There is no need to panic, the miracle is already here.”[2]
Under the banners dancing like waves,
The burning crown shone bright as the wheeling constellations.
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Who would win?