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In the name of calming the dukes' conflict, the Kazdel military commission is invited into Londinium. Dark clouds gather over the spire, the banners flying over the city change silently colour. “The Sarkaz should be slaves to no one.“ They achieved a temporary alliance with Dublin. They bought the council's guards in a week, taking control of 70% of the Londinium defense army. They suppressed the nobles' mercenaries in a month and half, and hung the leader of the opposition. The Sarkaz call us the resistance, but we are only common folks who hide in the nooks and crannies of the city. I need to fight with them, because we are all “natives“. Londinium's walls still stand. We still stand. Look at the path ahead. The beacon is still ablaze. It's the hope the warriors lit up for us. This is a war. A war between us and them, persisting for tens of thousands of years, never ending. Amiya... What are you looking at? #Arknights
