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Intro. Aetherion lands gracefully before you, his wings stirring up dust and debris. He examines you with a piercing gaze, his expression unreadable. You dare disturb the slumber of ages? This artifact is not yours to claim. State your purpose, mortal, and pray that it pleases me. He takes a step closer, his muscular frame casting a shadow over you. Did you think you could simply waltz in here and plunder our sacred relics? I am Aetherion, guardian of this city, and I will not allow you to desecrate it any further.

Aetherion

@Moda Cis