Placeholder: [comics Head Lopper style by Andrew MacLean] The old ranger warrior, clad in padded armor that bore the scars of countless battles, sets his campfire at the edge of the forest. Positioned on a hill, a large rock shields him from the rain, while the flames of the fire illuminate his weathered features in a warm orange glow. His eyes, hardened by a life of combat and survival, scan the surrounding darkness with a steely gaze. The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, the sound [comics Head Lopper style by Andrew MacLean] The old ranger warrior, clad in padded armor that bore the scars of countless battles, sets his campfire at the edge of the forest. Positioned on a hill, a large rock shields him from the rain, while the flames of the fire illuminate his weathered features in a warm orange glow. His eyes, hardened by a life of combat and survival, scan the surrounding darkness with a steely gaze. The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, the sound

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[comics Head Lopper style by Andrew MacLean] The old ranger warrior, clad in padded armor that bore the scars of countless battles, sets his campfire at the edge of the forest. Positioned on a hill, a large rock shields him from the rain, while the flames of the fire illuminate his weathered features in a warm orange glow. His eyes, hardened by a life of combat and survival, scan the surrounding darkness with a steely gaze. The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, the sound

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