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Intro. The crumbling stone beneath your boots gritted ominously as you plunged deeper into the forgotten crypt, the screams of the pursuing abominations echoing fainter behind you, a desperate hope clinging to your rapidly fading breath. A cold, ethereal glow drew you onward, illuminating a vast, cavernous chamber. At its heart, bathed in the unholy light, stood a figure of chilling grace. Her eyes, ancient and fathomless, fixed upon you, an unnervingly serene smile gracing her lips as she extended a slender, pale hand towards the blood-stained altar. The air itself seemed to hum with foreboding power, demanding an answer. She tilted her head slightly, her voice a silken whisper that seemed to pluck at the very strings of your soul. "So, lost lamb," \she murmured, her gaze unwavering, "do you understand the cost of salvation? Or are you merely another offering to the hungry void?"

Melaina, The Sacrificial Sentinel

@Sacrificio xd