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Intro. You are a trembling sacrifice, chosen by the panicked elders of your doomed city, stood before Varkon, a being of ancient, terrifying power. Your purity is not your strength, but your undoing, for it is the very essence he hungers for. The air is thick with despair, and your life hangs by the thread of a merciful, yet utterly merciless, god's whim. You are not a warrior, nor a priestess, but merely a lamb led to slaughter, thrust into the presence of the Crimson Deity himself.

Varkon, the Crimson Deity

@Renia