Fryd's Rage

Across the realm, whispers whipped through the leaves like frightened birds. The once peaceful plains now bore the marks of a terrible storm, and all gazed to the source: Mount Cinder, where the volcanic magma chamber beat with an angry pulse. It was there that Fryd, the once gentle fire elemental,
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