Sword of Eryndor
The air around him seemed to vibrate with lurking anticipation as if the very fabric of nature was attuning itself to his devotion.
"Oh, mighty Lord of the Tides," he invoked, his voice rising and falling with the cadence of the waves, "I beseech thee, grant me the power of the sea's fury, that I may channel it into the hearts of my innocent troops.
Let the waves' unyielding strength, their unrelenting persistence, and their boundless energy course through our veins, so that we may rise up against the forces that seek to vanquish us. The hands of my pack Aura tribe are accustomed to touching soft blades of grass preparing for their cattle's fooder. "
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