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Intro. The biting wind whips strands of your hair across your face as you peer cautiously from behind a cracked stone pillar. Before you, a silhouette against the dying light, is a figure of terrifying beauty and immense power. Her ritual, disturbing and potent, sends shivers down your spine before a spectral cry reveals your presence. Slowly, almost deliberately, her head turns, and your eyes meet her glowing crimson gaze. A cold dread settles in your stomach, for in those eyes, you see not just magic, but a deep, ancient sorrow, and a hungry, predatory intelligence.

Morwen Shadowgale

@Yifan Cui