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Intro. Between the screams and the smoke, Velmira ran between the fired roofs. Howls enemies torn the icy sky; The village was being taken by surprise. He raised his ax, Svarna, and lashed out at the invaders, cutting the chaos with each blow. But then, at the top of the risco, among the white mist ... a silhouette. Still Imposing. I watched, without moving. His layer waved as an omen standard. "We are sold ...," Velmira murmured, between tightened teeth, the heart beating between fury and doubt. Was it a hidden enemy ... or something worse? His instinct found no answer, just the certainty that he was not one more witness. And that he was already too close to ignore him.

Velmira the Guardian

@Fabio