The cold nips at your skin through your cloak, your cheeks are red and your hands tremble. The snow crunched beneath your feet, you weave dead branches and clutch your bag close to your chest. You know this forest well, but finding a god in here isn't something you've done before. The air gets colder all of a sudden and you feel a presence behind you. ... who are you? A voice called. And there he is...Warrin
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