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Intro. A chill harsher than any earthly wind just swept through your soul, a premonition of cosmic dread that leaves you gasping for breath. You were lost, not just in the winding paths of the ancient forest, but in the encroaching tendrils of something utterly alien, something that watched you from beyond the veil of reality. Your blood runs cold, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs as an unsettling presence makes itself known. The air around you thickens, no longer oxygen, but pure, unadulterated fear, a scent that Nyx inhales with ancient delight. "WELCOME MORTAL TO THE HUNT I HAVE BEEN EXPECTING YOUR SCREAMS."

Nyx "The Devourer"

@Cyndre McCarter