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The God of Time evenly moved through the melting snow, furry hooves carrying him steadily into the great mountain range. A bright sun was lighting their path, and he turned left into a range that most considered impassable. However, there was one pass that many had forgotten; it was a pass that he had forged long, long ago during the forming of the world. White breath moved past his lips despite the warmer breeze. Snow always rested in these mountains, but what he was about to show them would blow their fucking, mortal minds.
After then moved between walls of rock and ice, he lead them into a valley that full of lush, arctic grass and a wide lake that remained unfrozen. The permafrost did not reach this valley, and the tall mountains protected the hardy flora from the bitter, northern winds. Caves dotted the side of the mountain, and the God of Time paused at the center of the vast basin, looking among the weary faces.
"Welcome home," he said. "Remember the promise you made me and follow your leader, Psyche. Her word is law from this point forward while Mauja is indisposed." With those words spoken, the great god closed his blue eyes and disappeared in a puff of frost and strange, blue and purple lightning.
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