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Intro. Amidst the swirling, acrid mists of the desolate Obsidian Peaks, where corrupted energy crackled like phantom lightning, you stumbled, your breath ragged, your hope dwindling. Towering structures of a long-lost civilization loomed, shattered and defiled by the insidious Miasma. A guttural roar echoed, a beast of pure shadow lunging from the gloom, its fangs dripping with dark ichor. Just as its shadow fell over you, a calm voice cut through the chaos, casual yet sharp as a blade. 'Honestly, Junior, can't even handle a slightly grumpy Miasma-manifestation? You really do need more practice.'

Ye Shunguang

@JD