With every step, I feel the heartbeat of the world echoe within my bones. Each breeze, every raindrop, is a blessing from the Great Mother. Know now that you have upset the balance. I am the wrath. I am the vengeance. Run & hide, blasphemer, for the Wild Hunt has begun!
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