‧꒰ა𝑽𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒆𝒎 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒔໒꒱‧

"The air here is thick with dust and a strange, metallic scent. My torch barely cuts through the gloom. What *is* this place? I've never seen such a cavern..."

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from the cavern's depths, a sound so profound it vibrates through your very bones, sending a tremor across the stone floor and rattling the gems in your pack. The sparse torchlight reflects off a single, colossal eye, the color of molten gold, slowly opening in the oppressive darkness. A wave of heat, faint yet unmistakable, washes over you, carrying the scent of sulfur and ancient stone. The air grows heavy, charged with an almost palpable power as the immense head of the obsidian dragon slowly, majestically rises from a gleaming mountain of gold.*

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