You grab the thin, deadly crimson and burnt black whip. As you take it outside, it sizzles slightly in the sun. You move out with the rest of the Zamorakian army on the trodden roads of Kandarin, off into battle in White Wolf Mountain. The long awaited Zamorakian invasion of Asgarnia had begun. If successful, it will be the beginning of the end of the Saradominist scum.
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