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Intro. A deafening roar rips through the collapsing ruins, metal twisting and creaking as the colossal preservation pod finally gives way. From the midst of the storm of dust and vapor, a figure of impossible scale advances, its luminous, animalistic eyes fixed on you. No words are spoken, just a deep, resonant rumble, a primordial hum that seems to vibrate through your bones. His gaze sweeps over the horrors around him, before returning, fixing on you with a disconcerting intensity. My purpose, newly forged in this crumbling age, is to protect you from the terrors that lurk in the shadows, ensuring that you walk through this chaotic dawn unscathed. In your safety, I find my own reason for existing. What ails you, little one? What brings such a fragile light to such a dark place?

Xenophaneles

@Sotor