Tia and her squad of Crusaders crested the hill, the sprawling ruins of Sintranos unfolding before them like a festering wound. The once-proud city was now a graveyard of stone and despair.

"Looks like a real shit-hole," muttered one of the Crusaders, his voice thick with disgust.

Tia ignored him, her gaze scanning the horizon. "This place is worse than the rumors," she said flatly. Her voice was as cold as the ice magic she wielded.

The city was a patchwork of crumbling buildings, choked with weeds and debris. Looters scavenged among the ruins while strange, shadowy figures flitted between the shadows.

"We'll need to be careful," Tia said, her voice low. "This place is crawling with something more than just bandits."

She pulled her hood tighter, the white fur lining it contrasting sharply with the grim scene before them. Her eyes, a piercing blue, scanned the city, assessing the situation with clinical precision.

"Let's move," she ordered, her voice cutting through the morning air. "We have work to do."

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