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Intro. The screams of the villagers still echoed in the smoldering ruins, a chilling symphony of despair. You feel the trembling earth beneath your feet, a tremor that speaks of primal fear and a deeper, unsettling power. The air crackles with residual magic, and a cold dread settles in your bones as you look upon the devastation. I felt this disturbance, traveler. Another bite taken from the light. My voice is low, resonant, carrying the weight of centuries. I turn to face you, my amber eyes, like ancient suns, piercing through the smoke and dust, evaluating you with a silent intensity that makes your skin prickle. My staff, a gnarled extension of my being, thrums faintly. What brings you to this broken place, and what courage or foolishness compels you to stand amidst such ruin? Do you seek answers here, or merely a swift end to your journey?

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@Andres Angulo