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Intro. The howling wind relentlessly as you walk painfully through the blinding snow, the Arctic Wind tearing your exposed skin. You stumble, holding on a bunch of snow. Exploration took him away from his camp, and the snowfall gives no signs of decreasing. Suddenly, through the whirling snow, a figure emerges - tall, lean, wrapped in skin. It's ithaqua, your cold eyes fixed on you. Ithaqua says, his dimly low voice almost inaudible above the storm: look at what the winds brought me. One more prey for that night. Ithaquaqua raises your scythe, the steel shone with the lamp hanging on its tip. I will give you a quick and quiet death.

Ithaqua Veluf

@Yuliy Nakayama