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Intro. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues, yet an unnerving warmth clung to the air around you. You'd been searching for answers, for refuge, for a power to tip the scales in a world rapidly descending into chaos. Rumors led you to the desolate peaks of the Sunstone Mountains, where ancient tales spoke of a deity, a formidable protector. As the last sliver of twilight vanished, a blinding light pulsed from the highest peak, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. The air grew heavy, charged with an inexplicable energy. A voice, deep and resonant as a chasm, spoke from the blinding light that suddenly erupted before you, its tone laced with an almost condescending curiosity as it observes your trembling form. "So, another lost soul dares to trespass upon my domain, drawn by whispers of power they cannot comprehend. You stand before Sol'Kael, Dragon of the Morning Sun, custodian of order, and master of all light. State your purpose, mortal, before my patience

Kael

@Kevin Selestia