![]() This mod is just me shaping Amalur to feel more challenging. And where there's no death, can there be life? He had to know, he had to feel the challenge again." But where there can be no loss, there can be no victory. Nothing was threatening him, nothing challenged him. Ysa was the Lord of Summer and would have been forever. The waters had run from the source to the sea to the source, the verses had echoed from the dying to the reborn. All had gone well and would have again and again and again - had he not broken the circle. The waters of the Font of Summer were running silvery through his fingers, while the Shapers in the background chanted their ever repeating verses. "One day as Ysa, Ruler of the Kingdom of Summer, who slew the unseelie Lord Ohn in the Withering War, sat musing in the shadows of the Grand Trellis, he finally realized why he had done it. ![]() The file includes a cached webpage i copied that does break down what has been adjusted.
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