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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n his hands, Conan wields a warhammer, its weight seemingly insignificant within his mighty grasp. The weapon gleams in the sunlight, a testament to the countless foes it has crushed under its devastating blows. With every sinewy muscle flexed, Conan exudes an aura of raw power and indomitable strength. His gaze never wavers, locked onto some unseen target in the distance. It is the gaze of a warrior, honed by years of hardship and survival. In that moment, Conan appears as an unstoppable force,
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