I TRAVEL NOW TO THE CHURCH OF SWOLE. MIGHTY IS MY GAIT, AND MANY SHALL BE MY GAINS.
SWEAT SHALL CASCADE FROM MY BROW LIKE THE WATERS FALLING FRON THE CLIFFS OF THE AESIR'S HOME LAND.
MUSCLES SHALL BURN LIKE SURTYR'S BLADE, AND BONES CREAK UNDER THE WEIGHT OF THOR'S ANVIL.

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Arknights: Surtyr
She saved me more times than I can count this CC#4 event.

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