Welcome to Legends of Aventress.

I'm Felix Ackerman and you're listening to Beneath Dark Wings.

Here's what happened last time.

You require respite.

You require salvation.

Why not say my name thrice?

Perfectly placed in seven parts is the rod of the seven parts.

And you see that there is, that there's a massive

vat of molten metal on the far end of the room with grooves and channels going into this

mold. You all see Torvald, Envalhardt. And as soon as you enter the room, he looks at you, Persia, and he says, oh, hi there,

Rurja, how you doing?

I thought you were dead, Mr. Antwoldart.

Yeah.

Why would I be dead?

That's ridiculous.

About this whole, like, put a part of your soul into this.

I'm really hung up on this.

I really don't have much to my name.

I don't know what you expect or the wind ducs expect me to give.

So are we actually putting some of our soul in there?

Hold on there, Charlie.

Because I don't know if I can do that.

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