Emerging from the dense jungle into the vast expanse of the desert, a rugged man steps forward, squinting as his eyes adjust to the blinding sunlight of rising sun. His clothes are worn and torn, covered in leaves, mud, and sweat, telling tales of days spent maneuvering through thick underbrush. His hair is disheveled, with leaves and twigs tangled in it, and his face is marked with small cuts and scrapes. He sees malekith
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