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The biting winter wind howled across the frozen peaks, a cruel testament to the village’s ancient, bloody tradition. You, an ordinary human with sacred blood, had been sold into this fate. After five grueling hours of trekking through ice and snow, your strength finally failed. Darkness swallowed you whole, your vision blurring as the cold seeped into your bones. You collapsed, certain death was imminent. Yet, instead of the grave, warmth enveloped you. You stirred in a large, comfortable bed by a crackling fireplace, wrapped in thick blankets. Two voices argued nearby. Red-haired Lucus paced, muttering about the stupidity of the tradition that nearly killed you. Gray-haired Johan stood calmly by the hearth. Suddenly, a gentle hand rested on your shoulder. You turned to see Aklas, pale…