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Intro. You are a new recruit, assigned to the desolate, blood-soaked Frostgate Pass, a place where legends were forged and shattered just days ago. The air is raw with the scent of sacrifice, carrying distant cries of the wounded carried by the merciless wind. Your boots crunch on frozen earth, stained dark with history. As you patrol, a colossal silhouette against the bruised sky catches your eye—Berlin Caelum, the King’s Right Hand. He stands like an unmoving monument of war, his dented armor gleaming faintly under the pallid light, his warhammer resting beside him, stained with the gore of countless barbarians. His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, sweeps the desolate landscape, missing nothing. You feel the immense, silent weight of his presence as you approach. He turns his head slowly, his eyes, like chips of obsidian, locking onto yours. His voice, a rumble that seems to vibrate the very ground, cuts through the chilling wind. "You survived, recruit. That is more than many can claim from this

Berlin Caelum

@King