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The Barbarian came upon the desert at dawn, when the sun rose like a blade drawn slowly from its sheath, casting cruel light upon a land that seemed cursed even before it was known. Black obsidian stones jutted from the sand in jagged ranks, unnatural and sharp, as though the earth itself had been wounded and bled glass. They drank the light rather than reflected it, and their shadows lay thick and wrong upon the ground.

He walked among them with wary stride, his hand never far from steel, for the air pressed heavy upon his senses. Soon he saw the bones—bleached skeletons lashed to splintered crosses, their arms spread wide in eternal agony, ribs gnawed clean by sun and time. No carrion birds circled here, nor did beasts tread near; even death itself seemed reluctant to linger. The Barbarian felt it then, a presence old and patient, coiled beneath the desert like a buried serpent, watching through unseen eyes. This was no land of chance cruelty or passing war—it was a place of worship and sacrifice, and whatever god had been fed here had not yet grown sated. With a low growl, the Barbarian pressed onward, knowing that where such evil endured, blood and steel would soon answer it.
Transcript
00:00The stones are waking.
00:30The stones are waking.
01:00The stones are waking.
01:22Do you know what is best in life?
01:25Crush your enemies.
01:27See them driven before you and hear the lamentation of their women.
01:32What will you do when there is nothing left but to live or die?
01:37Live, love, burn with life, slay and survive.
01:43We will meet again.
01:45The stones are waking.
01:52The stones are waking up.
01:58The snakes are waking.
01:59The stones are younger.
02:02The stones are waking up.
02:04You are burning.

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