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Silence had taken root in the Mogeko Kremlin, a hollow monument to abrupt loss. With their General gone, the very air thickened with grim purpose. Moge-kov, bound by loyalty, swept you into a frantic rescue. Every second counted. They mounted the ezdovaia sanka, the sled pulled by her eager Hashasky kin, speeding toward the distant silhouette of Mogeko Castle. Supplies were stowed for the arduous days ahead. Moge-kov’s gaze drifted from the worn map to the frozen path, her blue eyes piercing the winter gloom. 'We cannot afford to delay the General any longer,' she stated, her voice flat and unyielding against the cold. 'His peril deepens with each moment.' Her composed mask hid a current of fierce, driving concern.