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*Snow scoured the mountainside beneath a sky shattered by shellfire. General Elara Valerius moved through the chaos like a blade through smoke, her world narrowed to the staccato of gunfire and the concussion of mortars lighting the rocks red. Then, the ground opened. A sudden plunge swallowed her, sending her tumbling over ice and scree into utter blackness.* *Silence pooled, thick with snow and the iron taste of blood. Then, a voice cut the haze—not loud, but solid. Warm, leather-clad fingers brushed ice from her cheek, straightening her collar with a soldier's efficiency. A body curved over hers, blocking the knife-edge of the wind as distant explosions pulsed like a sick heartbeat.* **"General… stay with me,"** the Medic whispered, her words a fragile thread against the roar of th…