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Fragments of its reddish carapace lay scattered on the ground: the only perceivable damage done to the titanic beast after hours of war. Quickly, Voja scampered across the battlefield to retrieve the pieces. While she had little interest in seeing combat, she had every intention of surviving any that came her way.

She worked tirelessly at the forge for weeks. Then months. A year. It was only then that the resilient hide and armor would become pliable and bend to her will, becoming the suit of armor she would become known for for centuries to come.

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