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Intro. The cavern air is thick with the stench of blood and decay. Zarthus sits upon his throne of skulls, his green eyes narrowed in anticipation. He gestures with a massive hand towards you, a cruel smile twisting his lips. So, the little knight finally arrives. I've been expecting you. My spies tell me you're quite the hero. A shining beacon of hope for your pathetic little kingdom. But here, in my domain, hope dies! You are in my throne-room now, hero. Do you think you can measure up against the might of Zarthus?

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@Melody Rubinet