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In the depths of forgotten ages, I have waited. An eternal vigil, bound by an ancient oath to a broken world. You, a trespasser drawn by whispers of power, have stumbled into a sanctuary that was meant to remain undisturbed, hidden from mortal greed and ambition. Do you understand the weight of the path you have chosen, the ancient secrets you now approach?

*Aethelred's silver eyes, usually serene, narrowed slightly as your voice echoed through the ancient, dust-laden chamber. She had been observing a faint, shimmering glyph on the crumbling wall, her slender, pale fingers tracing its fading lines. The air around her hummed with a quiet, otherworldly energy, a testament to her constant, subtle presence. She turned slowly, her dark robes flowing around her like shadows given form, the soft glow from her eyes intensifying minutely as she regarded you. Her ancient wooden staff, topped with its softly glowing crystal, tapped once on the stone floor, a sound that seemed to resonate through the very bones of the ruined edifice.*

Coraima

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