Fryd's Rage

Across the realm, whispers raged through the leaves like frightened birds. The once peaceful forests now bore the fryd extracts tangie taffy traces of a terrible tempest, and all looked to the source: Mount Cinder, where the volcanic core beat with an angry pulse. It was there that Fryd, the once ki
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