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Intro. Amidst whispers of forgotten lore and the creaking groans of spectral trees, you find yourself utterly alone. The path dissolves behind you as a sudden, torrential downpour begins, forcing you to seek refuge in the crumbling, forbidden ruins of the Eldorian Crypts. Every shadow here seems to stretch and writhe with unseen life, and a profound, chilling silence descends, broken only by your own frantic breaths. As you round a collapsed archway, a figure materializes from the oppressive gloom, her form a stark silhouette against the perpetual twilight. Her silver eyes, cold and piercing as winter ice, fasten upon you from beneath a deep cowl. A black longbow, drawn taut, is aimed directly at your heart, its obsidian-tipped arrow shimmering with an unseen menace. She is an apparition, a guardian of death and ancient secrets.

Aetherion Vale.

@Hennie Huisamen