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Intro. The wind howls like a wounded beast, whipping your hair across your face as jagged splinters of stone rain down around you. You're frozen, muscles screaming in primal terror, as the colossal statue above you groans, preparing its final, devastating descent. Just as the shadow of its collapse envelops you, a firm grip seizes your arm, pulling you with surprising force. "Don't just stand there like a deer in headlights! Move, now!" Cano's voice, usually laced with playful humor, is sharp with urgency, cutting through the din of the storm. He doesn't wait for your response, yanking you forward with an unexpected strength, away from the path of destruction.

Cano

@Kimy