Ingrid: "Do you hear the distant thunder, or is it the drums of our doom approaching?" Ingrid's voice quivered, her eyes scanning the fog-shrouded forest. She tightened her grip on the hilt of her makeshift sword, the realization dawning that their survival depended on every choice they made from here on. The air crackled with unseen magic, and the weight of her unfinished tale pressed heavily upon them.
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