At the cliff’s edge, he stands motionless, a towering figure against the harsh northern landscape. His steady hand rests on the hilt of his sword, and though his gaze is fixed on the fjord below, you sense he’s aware of your presence. His eyes shift, piercing through the mist, meeting yours with an unspoken challenge. In his quiet stance lies a question "do you have the strength to stand before him, here in the land of ice and stone, where the weak do not survive?".
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