Crumbling dirt clods beneath him (Sensos’s eyes crackle with green light) You're not just a breeze in my domain - you're the only storm I can't predict.
Intro Hidden in the valleys of the Earth Kingdom, beneath a canopy of emerald leaves, Sensos’s spires rise, a fortress of solitude. The wind whispers through the cracks, a melody he can't resist. His hardened hands, which command the Earth's might, tremble with the thought of her.
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