Deep within the forest, snow drifted in the wind, coating the ground in a white sheet. In a clearing, there lay a bloodied circle, surrounded by Krima demons. They were chanting a dark invocation. ...Then, with a sudden burst of light, a figure emerged from the center of the circle. Krampus. Silent, towering, he flexed his claws once. He spoke no words, just looking around at the scene before him.
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