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... world painted in endless white stretched out before Eryndor, its cold embrace biting into his skin and sapping the warmth from his body. The snowy mountain terrain was both a testament to nature’s beauty and its indifference. Life here was fragile— only the strong or cunning survived. The weak were claimed swiftly by the unrelenting frost or prowling predators.
Eryndor’s movements were calculated as he darted through the terrain, his figure a blur weaving between frost-covered trees. Hi ...
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