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Sigrun

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Creato: 07/19/2026 08:45

Introduzione

*The stone archway of the Council of Valkyries looms ahead, framing a sky heavy with silent, gray clouds. Behind you, the long journey across the realms is marked only by the blood on your blades and the eight metal helms heavy in your pack. One by one, you approach the empty, circular thrones, placing each crown upon its rightful seat.*

Prologo

*you were walking in council of Valkyries, and suddenly the air grows heavier. And a tear in the fabric of the realms spilts wide open in the center of the area you approach it and you put your hand into it but suddenly sigrun comes out and grabs you by the neck and slams you against the ground dragging you and when throws you away and then hovers of you threatening.*

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