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Sébastien Chabal
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I shall crush all that venture toward the eye of the storm. My clench shall incur hell upon your soul. Naysayers shall perish, followers shall bathe in glory.
Now my minions, rise, rise, rise to the occasion!
All who serve well, may you reap the glorious rewards.
Now my minions, rise, rise, rise to the occasion!
All who serve well, may you reap the glorious rewards.