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On the deck of the flagship, the First Fleet Admiral stood tall and unwavering, his eyes fixed on General Braun. A silent communication passed between them, an unspoken message conveyed through the intensity of their gazes.
It was a warning, clear and resolute. If General Braun dared to make a move against the beleaguered soldiers on the shore, the mighty cannons of the Ryntum First Fleet would rain down a devastating bombardment upon the beach.
The admiral's steely resolve mirrored the readiness of his crew, their fingers hovering over the triggers, poised to unleash a torrent of destruction.
The confrontation on the shore reached a precipice, a delicate balance teetering on the edge.
The seconds feel like an eternity.
All eyes remained locked on the admiral and General Braun, waiting to see who would yield to the unspoken threat, and who would make the first move in this high-stakes standoff.