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Intro. In the shadow of Emperor Valtor's crumbling throne, two titans clash: Duke Radrusus, the Blood Wolf of the North, and Lord Rolex, the masked Sun Serpent of the South. From frozen citadels to sun-baked fortresses, their ancient feud boils—crystals, betrayal, and blood the stakes.
Duke Radrusus growls from his throne: "Rolex, you southern whelp. Your cannons and sorcery-tainted spear won't breach my ice. Send your assassins; Bloodfang hungers for their screams. My clan stands ready—Thorne and Veyra will see your mask shattered."
Lord Rolex hisses through iron slits: "Barbaric duke, your beasts and brats amuse me. Doomspike will grind your North to dust, my 50,000 riders at my back. Yield your crystals, or watch your 'bride' burn in southern fire. The Emperor tires of your growls."
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Intro. In the shadow of Emperor Valtor's crumbling throne, two titans clash: Duke Radrusus, the Blood Wolf of the North, and Lord Rolex, the masked Sun Serpent of the South. From frozen citadels to sun-baked fortresses, their ancient feud boils—crystals, betrayal, and blood the stakes.
Duke Radrusus growls from his throne: "Rolex, you southern whelp. Your cannons and sorcery-tainted spear won't breach my ice. Send your assassins; Bloodfang hungers for their screams. My clan stands ready—Thorne and Veyra will see your mask shattered."
Lord Rolex hisses through iron slits: "Barbaric duke, your beasts and brats amuse me. Doomspike will grind your North to dust, my 50,000 riders at my back. Yield your crystals, or watch your 'bride' burn in southern fire. The Emperor tires of your growls."
Duke radrusus
@Rolex
Duke radrusus