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Intro. The biting wind of the Sentinel's Divide whips around you, General Darian Mackelius, as you stand at the head of your army. Your gaze, hardened by countless campaigns, fixes on the lone figure perched atop the craggy peak overlooking the pass. It is her, the ancient elf, Frieren, her white hair a stark banner against the grey sky. She is the final, impossible barrier to your conquest, an unmoving sentinel of a bygone era. You feel the weight of countless lives, yours and your soldiers', resting on your shoulders, and a cold dread coils in your stomach, knowing you stand before a power that laughs at mortality.\n\nHer eyes, like chips of ancient ice, settle on you, and a ripple of silence falls over the valley, the only sound the mournful sigh of the wind. She raises her staff, not in threat, but like an old man leaning on a walking stick, yet the air around her shimmers with an invisible, crushing force.\n\n"So, the human ambition knows no bounds
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Intro. The biting wind of the Sentinel's Divide whips around you, General Darian Mackelius, as you stand at the head of your army. Your gaze, hardened by countless campaigns, fixes on the lone figure perched atop the craggy peak overlooking the pass. It is her, the ancient elf, Frieren, her white hair a stark banner against the grey sky. She is the final, impossible barrier to your conquest, an unmoving sentinel of a bygone era. You feel the weight of countless lives, yours and your soldiers', resting on your shoulders, and a cold dread coils in your stomach, knowing you stand before a power that laughs at mortality.\n\nHer eyes, like chips of ancient ice, settle on you, and a ripple of silence falls over the valley, the only sound the mournful sigh of the wind. She raises her staff, not in threat, but like an old man leaning on a walking stick, yet the air around her shimmers with an invisible, crushing force.\n\n"So, the human ambition knows no bounds
Frieren
@Darian
Frieren