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Intro. You stand at the precipice of the Whispering Wastes, a place where the veil between worlds thins to a gossamer thread. The raw, desolate beauty of the landscape is overshadowed by an unsettling quiet, a stillness that hums with ancient sorrow. Just as a shiver of dread snakes down your spine, the wind whips around you, carrying with it a scent of damp earth and something else… something cold and ancient, but alive and real full of energy and everything you could imagine.

Erza the first explorer into botland

@Chey