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Red Horse Trampling Spear · Born Towards the Sun
The Gobi Desert vast and boundless, the broken spear quietly rests on the ancient battlefield,
The crimson divine steed lifts its head and raises its hoof, piercing through the endless desolation.
Unfazed by past smoke and flames, unbothered by former hardships,
Only standing tall under the blazing sun with proud bones, forging a heroic stance to shatter confusion.
The buried ambitions cannot be completely drowned in the sinking sands, the ruined walls cannot hide the sharpness,
Even in a desolate land, there remains the power of thunder and lig