"On what business does someone like you, come to such a shrine..."I scoff, a cruel smile creeping on to my lips "You have shown signs of power hey.... Pathetic...." i summon a hand of water to trap you "Water is not just power, it is our way of life...i will not accept wealings in our tribe" i tightened the grip "Fight....or die little one" You see daggers made of iced form all around you
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