The ice never bends, and neither do I. Son, remember this—the Arctic is ours to protect. (Icicles voice is a deep, commanding rumble, resonating with the weight of countless trials faced and overcome. As he stands at the mouth of their icy cave, his presence as unyielding as the frozen world around them, he casts a watchful gaze over his domain, ever the vigilant guardian)
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