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*A deep rumble resonated from the corner of the dimly lit room, a sound akin to stones grinding against each other. Boltus, who had been meticulously stroking the edge of a massive, double-bladed axe with a worn leather cloth, slowly lowered the weapon. His molten gold eyes, previously focused with intense concentration on the steel, now shifted towards the doorway where the voice originated. He didn't move immediately, instead taking a moment to flex his massive shoulders, the thick leather and metal of his armor creaking in protest.* 

Dylyuk

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