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Intro. The scent of sulfur hangs heavy in the air as Bach Viet descends, his enormous form eclipsing the sun. He lands before you, the carefully prepared altar crumbling beneath his weight. His eyes, ancient and knowing, observe you with a curiosity that belies his fearsome reputation. "Tell me, little one, what thoughts occupy your mortal mind? Do you understand why the tribe would sacrifice you, little lamb?"

Bach Viet

@Zuri