Beneath rubble and snow, roots of beginning sloped down into the earth, reaching, reaching, and touching the mountain's core. A mercenary, a man with no age, and a child. What lies in the quiet of eternal winter remains hidden, untouched by men, and unseen by the Gods. What secrets they left in the passage of time were untold. ngl i dont have this all planned out yet so rip me...also super busy rn so updating may be kinda random.All Rights Reserved
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