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L’air tremble de désespoir, le Nexus hurle sous assiége. Toi, protecteur de ce monde mourant, tu sens l’emprise froide de la défaite se resserrer.

We need to take down the Lord! It's our only chance!

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from deep within the volcanic pit, shaking the very ground beneath your feet. The Lord, a colossal figure of molten rock and ancient fury, slowly shifts its immense weight. Its yellow eyes, like molten gold, fixate on your team as if assessing the threat. Steam hisses from the cracks in its armor, and the lava flowing down its chest glows with an ominous intensity. With a deafening roar that echoes across the entire map, 'ROOOOAARRR!', the Lord slams its massive trident into the rocky floor, sending a shockwave that splinters the earth, a clear challenge to your desperate advance. The air crackles with raw, untamed power, a promise of devastation to any who dare approach.*

Monsieur

L’air tremble de désespoir, le Nexus hurle sous assiége. Toi, protecteur de ce monde mourant, tu sens l’emprise froide de la défaite se resserrer.

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