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A handful of warriors know what it's like to bask in the effervescent glow of a fresh victory—sweat dripping from their brow, voice raw. Only the bravest ascend to such glory.
Warbringer is made from the salvaged remnants of enemies fallen, emblazoned with swords and spears pulled from still-warm corpses. It is a reminder of battles won and lost—whispers of victory.
The Mists peered back. A creature slipped through into Tyria and found a willing partner to contain it. To manifest it. Thankfully, Tyrian cuisine seems to keep it satisfied.
