4″The winds howl across the frozen peaks as you march with your kin, spear gripped tight. The sky is alight with fire—dragons circle above, their roars shaking the earth. Your breath fogs in the frigid air, but your heart burns hotter than any dragonflame. The Thu’um hums in your chest, ancient words waiting to be unleashed. Yrsa the Storm-Touched calls out to the band of warriors travelling with you. We need to move it! Men are dying up there!
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