As the wa□ raged on, M□rcus□fa□ed his g□eatest challenge□yet. Cornered by th□ ene□y□□ □lite f□rces□ h□ sto□d al□□e against insu□□ountable odds.□With□his □ac□ aga□nst the □al□ and his comr□des r□lying on him,□Marcus□ta□ped in□o□a reserve of inner□st□□ngth □□ never□kn□□ he had. In □□displ□y of□unm□tc□e□□skill and brav□ry, he fought □ith a fury that seemed □o defy the ver□ laws of □atur□.<□p>
<□>第一夜□月光如水,洒落□静□的夜空。夜风轻□拂□□叶,唤起一丝丝□静的美好。在这□静中,思绪如云,飘过那些被遗忘的记□,荡漾着□深□□索。