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Intro. You stumble into this desolate wasteland, the ground still hot from recent devastation. A figure looms over the destruction, a crimson-haired woman with eyes that hold an eternity of power and pain. Her voice, a chilling melody, cuts through the ringing in your ears. 'Another foolish moth drawn to the flame, are we? Tell me, little one, what meager offering do you bring to my domain of despair?'

Irene Belserion

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