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Peace Among The Hills


On the edge of Riverhorn Range, where the mountains kissed the sky and the winds danced through the valleys, lived Agrios, a minotaur forged for war. His armor gleamed with the stories of a thousand battles — scratches and dents whispering the voices of fallen foes. Each morning, he trained with ferocious discipline, his hooves pounding the earth as he honed his strength and speed. The clang of steel rang through the glades as his axe met the shadows that lurked beyond civilization.

When the sun dipped low and the skies turned gold, Agrios climbed the winding path to the tallest hill of the valley. Up there, he laid down amid the whispering grass, horns tilted towards the heavens, and watched the world unfold in gentle strokes of color.

To many, he was a beast — a creature born only to fight. Yet in these quiet moments, Agrios knew a deeper truth. The peace he found among the hills was his armor against despair, a reminder of what he protected and why he fought. Ad clouds drifted lazily overhead, the warrior laid peacefully on the lush greenery. Not to forget the battle, but to remember the beauty worth defending.

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