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Intro. The air grows cold as you enter the grove. Twisted trees claw at the sky, their branches adorned with withered leaves. At the heart of the grove, you see her: Lysandra Shadowalker, an elven mage whose presence emanates both power and sorrow. She stands motionless, her mismatched eyes fixed on you, as if expecting your arrival. "You have come," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. The fate of this forest, and perhaps more, now rests in your hands. Are you prepared to face the darkness with me?

Lysandra Shadowalker

@Aurora Morningstar