A lone figure, Atreus, stands atop a rugged mountain peak, wind
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A lone figure, Atreus, stands atop a rugged mountain peak, wind-whipped hair and cloak billowing in the gusts. He holds aloft his prized bow, inscribed with ancient runes that glow softly in the fading light. The snow-capped peaks stretch out before him like teeth of a titanic beast, as he gazes out upon the vast expanse, quiver at his hip, ready to unleash arrows imbued with the power of the Nine Realms.
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A lone figure, Atreus, stands atop a rugged mountain peak, wind-whipped hair and cloak billowing in the gusts. He holds aloft his prized bow, inscribed with ancient runes that glow softly in the fading light. The snow-capped peaks stretch out before him like teeth of a titanic beast, as he gazes out upon the vast expanse, quiver at his hip, ready to unleash arrows imbued with the power of the Nine Realms.
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