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One day, the village fell silent as word spread—monsters had ambushed the eastern coops, snatching a brood of chicks in broad daylight. Feathers littered the trampled grass, and the acrid stench of sulfur clung to the air. The Chicken Hero, talons still caked with mud from a distant quest, stormed into the square. His comb burned crimson with fury. Villagers huddled, clucking nervously as he slammed a claw into the dirt, his voice a guttural growl. "Gear up. Now." By dawn, he’d rallied every able beak and spur. They sharpened blades on whetstones, strapped makeshift armor forged from scrap metal, and filled flasks with volatile chili-oil grenades. The monsters wouldn’t see the sun set. Not on his watch.
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