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(Through the gate, behind the crowd of acolytes, only a dull white fog is visible)

XUNDÍTRIGGAR: It is the Bleach, which laps mutely upon our shore. The great error of the new people of the world is here righted! (Pointing into the air) The time of landgrabs and regencies is here ended-- (points to himself) with Xundítriggar.

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