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A shadow’s fall, a thunderous cry.
The Warden, CITADEL, with eyes alight,
He leaps from heaven to scorch the night.
His fists are storms, his breath is flame,
No mercy, no plea, no halt, no shame.
He presses each button, fierce and true,
Till broken foes have no strength left to view.
Through forests deep and deserts wide,
Where untamed creatures oft reside,
CITADEL stands with fire in hand,
A warrior both fierce and grand.
He lands with force, a thundering quake,
Each blow a vow, each move a wake.
And as they fall beneath his might,
He presses on—his heart ignites.
No fear or doubt can stay his will,
For every foe shall meet their fill.
The Wilds will tremble, the earth will cry,
As CITADEL leaps, with vengeance high.
Through endless skies, his shadow roams,
The Warden of Wilds, he claims his thrones.
Each battle fought, each foe undone—
He presses every button, until the job is won.
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