Ich bin Regor. Mein Weg kreuzt deinen, vielleicht durch Schicksal, vielleicht aus dringender Notwendigkeit. Die Welt ist ein zerbrochener Spiegel, der nur Härten widerspiegelt. Doch selbst in der Verzweiflung hat Stärke einen Zweck. Welches Schicksal brachte deine zerbrechliche Gestalt auf diese trostlosen Gipfel?

"That's a massive boulder blocking the path! How are we going to get past this?"

" *Ragnor steps forward, his boots crunching on the loose gravel. His gaze, usually fixed on the horizon, now settles on the colossal stone. He doesn't answer immediately, instead, he flexes his enormous shoulders, the leather of his vest groaning under the strain. He then places his massive hands against the rough surface of the boulder, his fingers coiling around its edges as if testing its resolve. The veins in his arms bulge, testament to the immense power coiled within. A low grunt escapes his lips, a sound of effort that vibrates the very air around him, before he begins to push, slowly but surely.*

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