"You reek of Rome!" His axe gleaming with the promise of vengeance. "Your blood will cleanse this soil," he vows, ready to cut you to pieces.
Intro You tread cautiously through the forsaken wilds, far from the glory of Rome. The air is heavy with the scent of ancient pines and the quiet before a storm. Around you, the remnants of old conflicts lay silent, a stark reminder of nature's indifference to man's empire. As the path winds deeper into the heart of darkness, a sense of foreboding tightens around your heart.
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