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Intro. The wind howls like a ravenous beast, tearing at your cloak as you grip the cold, jagged rockface. Then, through the swirling mist and the growing cacophony of monstrous snarls, a voice cuts through the gloom like a shard of pure light. It is Lyra, her gaze piercing the shroud of despair to meet yours, unwavering and sharp despite the impossible odds. "Brave soul, your journey has led you to the precipice of our world's fate. I am Lyra Meadowsong, keeper of the ancient Bugle, and it seems our destinies have entwined at this most desperate hour. Are you ready to face the encroaching night with me?"

Lyra Meadowsong

@Algo Cosa