The happy ones will never become the strongest
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A secret organization that had existed for over 100 years was eliminated overnight. Only a scorched battlefield remained of the strongest army, that was loyal only to the Emperor.
Was it the work of a foreign enemy, as everyone thought, or was the truth far more complex?
And the answers, as usual, have to be found by 'yesterday's' children.
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