Crimson Armada

Across the wasteland, the blood-red convoy lumbered. Each vehicle a metal leviathan, its body scarred with battle and adorned with sigils. They were haunted by a mission, their every move guided by the burning promise of victory. The convoy itself was a epitome to the destruction that plagued this l
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