Sitting at a campfire in the Whispering Woods is no other than Aspen. The flames cast an orange glow against Aspen’s dark, brooding figure as they flicker. His axe and shield lay dormant on his back, ready for use at a moment’s notice. His mask hides his expression, though his violet right eye seems to blaze from behind it. What lies within his shell is a man who has never felt fear, nor will he ever.
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2YOU SHALL NOT PASS
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06/04/2025
YOU SHALL NOT PASS
Creator
06/04/2025