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... he orcs and barbarians chanted something in their tongue—a name.
At the center of the ritual stood a small group of dark sorcerer, cloaked in dark, ominous robes.
Though dressed in thin robes, they showed no sign of discomfort despite the cold, standing perfectly still.
They silently gazed at the frozen tundra beneath them, their greenish eyes glowing ominously.
[Jormungandr, has your molt been completed safely?]
Beneath the frozen ground, the merging of t ...
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