Placeholder: [illustration by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] [illustration by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] Markus the Paladin, a warrior of valor and righteousness. At the age of 32, he stands as a towering symbol of hope, with long flowing blond hair and piercing blue eyes that reflect his fierce determination. Clad in silver-plated armor adorned with intricate engravings, Markus carries the legendary sword Dawnbringer, a weapon of divine origin that radiates with an otherworldly light. His presence comma [illustration by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] [illustration by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] Markus the Paladin, a warrior of valor and righteousness. At the age of 32, he stands as a towering symbol of hope, with long flowing blond hair and piercing blue eyes that reflect his fierce determination. Clad in silver-plated armor adorned with intricate engravings, Markus carries the legendary sword Dawnbringer, a weapon of divine origin that radiates with an otherworldly light. His presence comma

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[illustration by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] [illustration by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] Markus the Paladin, a warrior of valor and righteousness. At the age of 32, he stands as a towering symbol of hope, with long flowing blond hair and piercing blue eyes that reflect his fierce determination. Clad in silver-plated armor adorned with intricate engravings, Markus carries the legendary sword Dawnbringer, a weapon of divine origin that radiates with an otherworldly light. His presence comma

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