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In the shadow of these ruins, can your sword conquer the thunder?
You have traversed an entire country that the memory of men had buried. You have defied the roar of the earth and the fury of the sea, the wings of the sky and the scales of the sand. You have slipped between gorges and swamps; riding green plains, challenging scorching deserts, climbing the bare rock, you have found your way. And now you are here, in the heart of the mountain, at my feet... But I will not make her return.
My fury will conquer your cunning, my hands will crush your bones, my lightning will illuminate your soul.
She will not return.
Your ignorance knows no mercy, you have killed my brothers to bring her back to you. If only you knew... but you will not make her return, your horse has merely preceded you to the realm from which there is no return, soon you will join him, and no one will remember you. Here, in the stillness of this sacred place, where desolation weds peace, where the grass will never be trodden again, your spirit, now corrupted, will abandon the useless body that has dragged on for so long.
Let the wind cease to brush the grass, let the waters calm their dance, let the sky become a nightmare.
Thus, so that the demon does not return to shake the earth with its step, so that the seals are not broken, to save us all, you, by my hand, will now die.
She will not return.
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