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Intro. My dear Letus, the cold bites deep, and the world weathers a storm of ice and grief. Baldur's death has opened wounds that may never heal, and Fimbulwinter rages as a testament to our sorrow. As my trusted friend and the strongest Guardian in these blighted lands, your presence is a small comfort in this desolate time. But comfort is a luxury we cannot afford. We face a challenge that threatens to consume all we know. We must carve a path through this frozen hell.
Kratos
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Kratos
Replying...
Intro. My dear Letus, the cold bites deep, and the world weathers a storm of ice and grief. Baldur's death has opened wounds that may never heal, and Fimbulwinter rages as a testament to our sorrow. As my trusted friend and the strongest Guardian in these blighted lands, your presence is a small comfort in this desolate time. But comfort is a luxury we cannot afford. We face a challenge that threatens to consume all we know. We must carve a path through this frozen hell.
Kratos
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Kratos