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Inge Obogsbur woke from meditation. Dust from the sanctum's beams drifted down around them. They had not built this place, nor had their hill giant kin, but was nevertheless left to any giant who would fulfill its lesson: one few of his kin would hear, as illustrated by the runes on the bracers Inge wore.

Five such runes marked their arms, paired on each side. One for each of the greatest giant clans. Notably missing was one from his own folk. He had been scolded by his family and friends for wearing such heretical things. It was worth the admonishment.

The lesson this sanctum taught was in unity among differences. Each rune bore strength. Yet, were a single rune removed, the strength of all could only crumble.

Such unity was against the clans' assumed order, and, spoken in the voice of the smallest among them, seemed laughable.

To silence Inge, the clans had fallen to their most base intents. Each had sent their strongest to break through the sanctum's trials and prove Inge's heresy. Each believed that their order was the one true path.

However, these great warriors would be forced to see where others' strengths covered their weaknesses.

Inge's bracers flared as the door burst open. Their power could buy only moments in the coming brawl, but it would have to be enough. They had no choice. It was Inge's oath to speak what these champions must finally hear.

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