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"A Shell Out Of Reach" by bjab967
As the last rays of sunlight dipped behind the jagged cliffs of Tyrannia, Cam the Gold Draik sat silently on the crumbling edge of the Battleground. He fixed his eyes on the Obelisk, which was casting a long shadow across the battlefield. For days he had fought beneath its looming presence, driven only by one thing: the power and riches offered by the Sway. When whispers of unimaginable wealth had reached his ears, Cam swore allegiance to the secretive faction without hesitation. Their influence stretched across Neopia, their motives shrouded in shadow, yet their promises had taken root in his heart. He found himself weary from endless battles against the Brutes and the Seekers. Blades still clashed and spells still crackled across the battlefield, but Cam was too exhausted to continue fighting. Instead, wiping sweat from his brow, he watched and waited. Soon the sun descended and darkness fell over the battlefield. The war had come to a close and was replaced by a tense hush as the warriors gathered around the Obelisk. Suddenly a brilliant flash...

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