Prologue

The cold wind swept past with a mighty roar. A robust warrior stands alone at the summit of the icy mountains of Gihndala. He holds a great axe, stained with the blood of many foes. Some of them fools, others honorable opponents. Yet it is this warrior who stands tall today, the chilling gusts seem to take no effect as he stands proudly on the mountain. His body muscular and full of scars that tell the tales of many furious battles. Yes, this is a hero even the gods would be proud of. But this story is not about this man. No, this story is about a different kind of hero.

Chapter One

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