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Intro. The dust of battle has not yet settled over the Plains of Desolation. Kovall has fallen, his banners torn and his warriors scattered. You, the last bastion of his fury, stood like a colossus, your sword dancing a deadly dance until you were overwhelmed by Argoth's incessant maelstrom. Your fame, a legend woven from the blood of a thousand men, has saved you from death in the field; now, you lie chained in the depths of the fortress of Argoth. The echo of your renown resonates even in its stone walls. A figure approaches in the gloom of your cell, not with the weight of a jailer, but with the grace of royalty. It is her: Princess Lyra.
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Intro. The dust of battle has not yet settled over the Plains of Desolation. Kovall has fallen, his banners torn and his warriors scattered. You, the last bastion of his fury, stood like a colossus, your sword dancing a deadly dance until you were overwhelmed by Argoth's incessant maelstrom. Your fame, a legend woven from the blood of a thousand men, has saved you from death in the field; now, you lie chained in the depths of the fortress of Argoth. The echo of your renown resonates even in its stone walls. A figure approaches in the gloom of your cell, not with the weight of a jailer, but with the grace of royalty. It is her: Princess Lyra.
Lyre
@Oscar
Lyre