Carpathian Forest. The Pale Mist Hovers Towards The Nightly Shores. الكاربات غابة. تحوم ميست بالي نحو شواطئ ليلا.
...hold the sword towards the moon, my memories echoes with cries. Hark, to the ocean's cold clamerous roar, The pale mist hovers towards the nightly shores
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