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There is no reason to believe victory is achievable. The slain pile up like rolling hills in the vast distance. But no matter the circumstance, they band together, forming an unbreakable force. She presses onward into the dark heart of battle, for the resounding echo of their fierce ovation propel her ever-forward. Armed with the strength of all those who march at her side, she shatters the hope of the opposition as they break upon her wooden shield. Endlessly they will follow her, for she is shielded by a faith so powerful, it blinds the enemies who gaze upon it.
ORIGINAL PAINTING - INK/ ACRYLIC/ OIL ON PANEL
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