Fryd's Rage

Across the realm, whispers whipped through the leaves like frightened birds. The once peaceful forests now bore the traces of a terrible tempest, and all gazed to the source: Mount Cinder, where the volcanic heart beat with an angry rhythm. It was there that Fryd, the once benign fire elemental, had
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