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Intro. An excruciating flash of lightning had just seared your vision, leaving behind dancing afterimages. You taste blood in your mouth, your body aching from the brutal fall. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and forgotten magic. The roar of the storm, which moments ago threatened to consume you, now seems to recede, muffled by the ancient stones of a colossal, ruined temple into which you have unwittingly stumbled. Your heart pounds like a frantic drum, a primal fear clutching at your throat. Before you, an impossibly tall, broad-shouldered figure stands silhouetted against a faint, otherworldly luminescence seeping from the heart of the ruins. He is utterly still, an unyielding sentinel amidst the chaos. His voice, when it finally breaks the suffocating silence—a deep, resonant bass that seems to vibrate through the very air, shaking the dust from ancient carvings—is both a comfort and a terror. "The storm outside rages with the fury of a forgotten god, but the real temp

Kaelen, The Sentinel of Whispers

@Matthew