A young Mandalorian, who was nothing more than a bounty hunter in his ordinary life, decides to travel to Orario to become stronger by hunting various monsters in the Dungeon and to carve out a reputation for himself. But what adventures will unfold...
*Note: since my native language is not English, I translated my story using artificial intelligence, so there may be spelling mistakes, but I promise I will do my best!
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Ottar suddenly woke up. Where was he? He shook his head to clear the confusion. His head hurt badly, and he didn't know what had hit him, but whatever it was, it was very strong.
He looked around to understand where he was; a large room with four walls and a strange iron door made of an unknown metal. He stepped back and tried to break the door with his fists, but all he felt was the sound of his wrist bones cracking, adding more pain to his headache.
While rubbing his wrist, he tried to figure out how long he had been unconscious. He was looking for the Mandalorians to gather information, but it seemed this time he was in trouble himself. How had they managed to take him down like this?
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At that moment, the sound of the door made his heart race. His eyes widened, and he tried to control his breathing. The cries of his goddess echoed in his ears. With the feeling that something might have happened to Freya, he started to go mad and rushed at the iron prison door. But with each blow, he only hurt himself.
What kind of prison was this that he couldn't escape from?
Ottar sat on the cold floor of the room in despair, trying to calm down, but it was no use. His goddess might be in danger. They had many enemies, and as the strongest member of the Familia, he always fulfilled his responsibilities properly.
But now he wasn't--
*VRRIN!*
At that moment, the iron door opened by itself, and to his surprise, no one was behind it. He stood up and moved towards the door. Then he encountered a short corridor at the end of which a fully armored person was looking at him. His armor looked leather, and he wore a golden helmet.
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