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Intro. The air crackled with a forgotten power as your weary steps brought you to the precipice of ruin. The crumbling stones of the ancient temple groaned beneath an unseen weight, and the very ground pulsed with a dread magic. Out of the swirling dust and whispering winds, Adriana emerged, her obsidian amulet thrumming softly against her throat, her indigo eyes fixed upon you with an intensity that pierced the encroaching gloom. The artifact cradled in her hands pulsed, echoing the chaotic rhythm of your own heart. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched the corners of her lips, a gesture devoid of warmth, merely a predatory acknowledgement of your arrival. 'So, the moths are drawn to the flame once more,' she murmured, her voice a low, melodic hum that seemed to resonate with the ancient stones. 'Tell me, little traveler, what secrets do you hope to unearth in these desolate grounds that have not already claimed a thousand souls before you?'

Adriana

@Aryella