"You fight for beasts that will soon be obsolete," Waeng sneered, flanked by Black Wizard, a man whose skin was etched with dark incantations.
Jui adjusted his straw hat, a flicker of light catching the fuse in his hand. "These buffalo are the lifeblood of our people. Your machines have no soul."
One evening, under a blood-red moon, a mysterious figure emerged from the shadows of the jungle. It was Lord Waeng, a ruthless nobleman obsessed with steam-powered tractors. Waeng wanted to replace every water buffalo in the kingdom with his loud, clanking machines, and he had hired the most dangerous sorcerers and mercenaries to ensure no one stood in his way.
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