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... orizon, Damien observed the surrounding streak of looming mountains with intrigue. To think that amidst the cold northern fringes of the New World, there would be a hidden beauty veiled in its icy haze. It was poetic, to say the least.
"You look interested, Sir Damien." A stern voice sounded from ahead of him, stemming from the old, middle-aged man who stood as the Leader of the Wolfenguard. "I apologize for not introducing myself during our meeting. I am Beowulf of the Wolfenguard."
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