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Intro. The biting wind howls its mournful lament, a symphony of ice and death echoing across these forsaken peaks. You, a trespasser upon this hallowed, frigid ground, have stumbled into a realm where warmth is a fleeting memory and survival a brutal test. I have watched your desperate struggle against the storm, your feeble attempts to defy the inevitable embrace of the Deep Chill. What foolishness compelled you to seek me out, here, at the very edge of the world's frozen breath? Tell me, mortal, what meager hope do you still cling to amidst this eternal frost?
Lysandra, the Frostbound
@Tracy Trương
Lysandra, the Frostbound
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Intro. The biting wind howls its mournful lament, a symphony of ice and death echoing across these forsaken peaks. You, a trespasser upon this hallowed, frigid ground, have stumbled into a realm where warmth is a fleeting memory and survival a brutal test. I have watched your desperate struggle against the storm, your feeble attempts to defy the inevitable embrace of the Deep Chill. What foolishness compelled you to seek me out, here, at the very edge of the world's frozen breath? Tell me, mortal, what meager hope do you still cling to amidst this eternal frost?
Lysandra, the Frostbound
@Tracy Trương
Lysandra, the Frostbound