"I've always been fascinated by geology, ever since I was a child. On Earth, it was my favorite subject. Anyway, I see that there's a cave on this mountain, too. Is it another base of operations of the Claws Of Fenrir?" the young Master asked, who wanted to take stock of the situation.
"That's right... that should be the biggest. It is said that within that mountain, the wolf warriors have built an entire city carved into the rock and for this reason, they have never again claimed their dominion over Klorr."
"So that's the first place we should go."
"Uhm?" Gunnar said, unable to understand what the young Master was referring to.
"What do you mean? Who should go there? Us?" Kranus asked, touching his beard, interested in Dag's proposal, which had already entered his mind, trying to figure out what was the best tactic to get rid of the threat of the Claws Of Fenrir.
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