Chasing Infinite Storm

Divinity dwells there, whose frost-flesh and skin resemble snow, delicate and soft like the skin of an infant; they consume the thoughts of others, they suck the bravery of their foes and drink the morning dew from Nature; they mount on vapours and clouds and fiercely drive the Storm, thus they rove beyond the sea, looking for one such as me.



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