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The three of them rallied their spirits again and fought alongside Logan, bracing themselves for the impending storm. In this unknown battle, they would write their own legendary chapters with courage and wisdom.
Sheron Perri stood on the plain enveloped by an ancient aura, the sunlight filtering through scant clouds, mottling his face. His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, fixated on the man before him. The man's clothes were tattered and his demeanor weary, clearly having escaped from some perilous shortcut. Sheron Perri had heard tales of ancient powers hidden within that route, ones that would suppress the strength of anyone who dared enter, greatly diminishing their capabilities.
He moved slowly towards the man, each step steady and forceful. He knew that despite the man's disheveled appearance, he was no ordinary person; otherwise, he would not have survived the shortcut.
