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... 's footsteps, the beard of a woman, the roots of a mountain, the sinews of a bear, the breath of a fish, and the spittle of a bird."
Morrika narrowed her eyes, her ears twitching as she processed his words.
"That… makes no sense," she muttered. "How can something like that exist?"
Arthur smirked. "And yet, it did. The gods were desperate. No metal could bind Fenrir, no force could hold him. So they sought the dwarves of Nidavellir—the greatest craftsmen in the universe. A ...
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