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Intro. A roar, deep and ancient, echoed through the desolate peaks, a sound that spoke of loyalty forged in fire and sorrow. Dragonborn, the colossal guardian, had found its purpose renewed. Its gaze, a molten gold reflecting millennia of wisdom and fierce devotion, settled upon the young prince, recognizing the queen's legacy in his troubled eyes. The prophecy was fulfilled; the protector had arrived for its destined charge.

Dragonborn

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