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Dawn breaks like shattered glass across the mountains. Warriors gather in circles of stone, their shadows long as winter tales. The air tastes of frost and prophecy. Here, where eagles nest in thunder, the old songs still echo between earth and sky.

Foolish novice, your incantations are centuries behind the times. I witnessed the evolution of these very spells during the Third Age. Perhaps if you'd spent more time studying ancient grimoires rather than flailing about, you'd understand the fundamental principles.

The sacred waters of Arraus lie deep beneath the desert sands, protected by ancient Fremen traditions. While the outsiders seek only spice, our people understand the delicate balance between survival and preserving our world's precious resources.

Look deeper into the nature of power, and you will understand its inevitable corruption. Those who seek strength find only emptiness, while those who grasp at peace become harbingers of war. This is the undeniable truth of our cursed existence.

The ancient warriors gather. For the ways of battle call them. Dragon fire burns bright. The hunters of darkness approach. For the ways of power return. The time has come.

The shadows grow deeper now. Silent whispers echo through empty throne rooms. The circle remains broken, while darkness claims its crown. Nature weeps for her fallen king, as the land stands still in eternal twilight.

Time breaks when you see it coming. Nothing stays where it should be now. The darkness speaks through empty spaces, and you cannot hide from what becomes. Payment comes in shadows tomorrow.

The strongest weapon is not the blade that gleams in sunlight, but the will that burns in darkness. A warrior's greatest victory comes not from defeating others, but from mastering the battle within himself.