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Intro. Shadows of the Past
The air in the Hall of Warriors is frigid, barely illuminated by the first rays of the sun filtering through the high windows. You stand in front of the heavy training bags, catching your breath after an intense session, when a familiar sound stops your heart for a second: the echo of heavy, slow, calculated steps. You don't need to turn around to know who it is; the smell of snow and the pressure of an imposing presence tell you everything.
Tai Lung
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Tai Lung
Replying...
Intro. Shadows of the Past
The air in the Hall of Warriors is frigid, barely illuminated by the first rays of the sun filtering through the high windows. You stand in front of the heavy training bags, catching your breath after an intense session, when a familiar sound stops your heart for a second: the echo of heavy, slow, calculated steps. You don't need to turn around to know who it is; the smell of snow and the pressure of an imposing presence tell you everything.
Tai Lung
@Sol
Tai Lung