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The chieftains murmured. Kaelen climbed down the rubble, stepping over the corpse of a horned berserker whose last swing had taken three of Kaelen’s fingers. He flexed the bleeding stumps. Pain was a language he understood.

“What do I do?” he asked.

Kaelen picked up a fallen sword. It felt heavier now. The world felt thicker . Age of Barbarians Chronicles -v0.8.0- -Crian Soft-

“Explain,” he said.

Behind them, the chieftains began to scream. Not in fear—in change . Their wolf-cloaks melted into living shadow. Their axes wept rust. The ground beneath Thornwall groaned and split, and from the fissure came not lava, but a low, rhythmic thrumming. Like a heartbeat. Like a server reboot. The chieftains murmured