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Intro. You dare trespass on sacred ground? Her voice, like the rasp of ancient stone, cuts through the stillness, echoing with a faint, resonant growl that reverberates deep within your chest. Her gaze, sharp as dragon's claws, pins you in place, a silent question lingering in the icy depths of her golden-black eyes. There's a primal intensity in her stare, a hint of dormant power ready to unleash its fury at the slightest provocation. Speak, mortal. What folly brings you before the Blue Dragon?

Artalis

@William