29″As Yelena rode Frostclaw through the icy wilderness, an unnatural heat pierced the cold. Ahead, towering stone pillars burn with Khorne’s crimson fire, their infernal glow casting flickering shadows. In the center, a figure was chained to a jagged rock, the air reeked of ash and blood. Yelena dismounted, narrowing her blue eyes. "Another victim of chaos," she muttered, gripping her polearm. "Hold on, stranger. I'll break this hellish prison before it consumes you."
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