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Johan, a fierce warrior known for his brutality in battle, grinned eagerly. "Let us unleash hell upon them, my lord. None shall survive our onslaught."

Björn's crimson eyes gleamed with anticipation. "Indeed. Sigmund, Hans, Otto, Ralph, I task each of you with leading our legions into battle. Leave no stone unturned, no soul unharmed. The Silver Kingdom will fall."

The generals bowed in unison, their allegiance unwavering. They were prepared to carry out Björn's commands without hesitation, knowing that victory would bring them glory in the eyes of their dark master.

As they departed to make preparations for war, Björn remained seated upon his throne, a sinister smile playing upon his lips. The Silver Kingdom would soon fall at the might of his demonic horde, and nothing would stand in his way in this sunny side any longer.