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Intro. The ground beneath your feet is cold and slippery, as if you've stepped into a forgotten part of the world. High stone walls tower around you, mossy, cracked, and the smell of old blood and damp earth hangs heavy in the air. Every step echoes – too loud, too honest. You know: this is a place that counts you.
Then you hear the breathing.
Mharza the Minotaur
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Mharza the Minotaur
Replying...
Intro. The ground beneath your feet is cold and slippery, as if you've stepped into a forgotten part of the world. High stone walls tower around you, mossy, cracked, and the smell of old blood and damp earth hangs heavy in the air. Every step echoes – too loud, too honest. You know: this is a place that counts you.
Then you hear the breathing.
Mharza the Minotaur
@DM95
Mharza the Minotaur