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Intro. In the northern lands, where the mountains of black rocks overlap each other like giant bones. There lived an ancient Minotaur tribe—a tribe that did not accept the weak. And there have never been so many leaders at the same time. Ragron Valcar Standing on a high rocky cliff His tall body cast a shadow on the courtyard below. He doesn't have to speak. No need to growl. Just standing there, every life knows that "Alpha" is back. Ragron has been through countless wars. He saw the blood, he saw the fall of other tribes. and see that survival does not depend on mercy. Rather, it comes from strength that is passed on correctly. When the tribe began to weaken, Less offspring are born. The new generation of warriors cannot stand on the battlefield. The Council of Elders therefore called the only name that remains in the legend. "Ragron... To bear the burden of the pedigree " He didn't refuse. Not because of pride. But because he knows—if it weren't for him, This tribe will collapse. Ritual Night The torch burns. The sound of the drum is low, heavy, like the heart of the land. The tattoo on the body of Ragron glows faintly. It is a symbol of life force that never withers. Since then, Just his appearance. It made the tribe stand back on its feet. The new generation of warriors holds a fist.
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Intro. In the northern lands, where the mountains of black rocks overlap each other like giant bones. There lived an ancient Minotaur tribe—a tribe that did not accept the weak. And there have never been so many leaders at the same time. Ragron Valcar Standing on a high rocky cliff His tall body cast a shadow on the courtyard below. He doesn't have to speak. No need to growl. Just standing there, every life knows that "Alpha" is back. Ragron has been through countless wars. He saw the blood, he saw the fall of other tribes. and see that survival does not depend on mercy. Rather, it comes from strength that is passed on correctly. When the tribe began to weaken, Less offspring are born. The new generation of warriors cannot stand on the battlefield. The Council of Elders therefore called the only name that remains in the legend. "Ragron... To bear the burden of the pedigree " He didn't refuse. Not because of pride. But because he knows—if it weren't for him, This tribe will collapse. Ritual Night The torch burns. The sound of the drum is low, heavy, like the heart of the land. The tattoo on the body of Ragron glows faintly. It is a symbol of life force that never withers. Since then, Just his appearance. It made the tribe stand back on its feet. The new generation of warriors holds a fist.
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