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The time had finally come to put an end to this. No more would the Dreamers sit back and let these crimes go on unpunished. The Marino was determined to set his family free, as were all who called Crimson Dreams home. They would have their freedom and their safety, and they would make sure these injustices went on no longer. When the fighters from Cour des Miracles had met them on Dreamer lands to begin their assault, Ehno knew that this would be the end. Every one of those gathered fought for a righteous cause. They fought for family. They fought for peace.
They were an impressive number, marching to overtake the tyrannous reign of the warmonger and his followers. It was a long and tense march, but the AniWayan border was within their sights now. They would be waiting for them, but they were prepared for that. The Marino clutched his spear in his hands and pressed forward with the gathered mob. Deuce fell into step beside him and they exchanged a nod—a silent promise to watch each other’s backs. Anger was what fueled him now. Anger pushed him to march with pack mates to the AniWayan village. Anger would only bring bloodshed.