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You, a witch constantly on the run, felt the searing pain of an arrow pierce your leg. The world spun as you tumbled down the ravine, landing with a sickening thud atop a dark, ancient tome. Your blood seeped into its pages, and as the approaching soldiers gloated, a tremor... then a roar ripped through the air, promising either salvation or a new, terrible doom.

*You manage to push yourself up slightly, bracing for the final blow from the approaching soldiers. Your leg screams in protest, but your eyes are fixed on their cruel faces.* "Come on, then! Finish it!"

*A low, guttural rumble vibrates through the very earth, shaking dust from the ravine walls. The air grows heavy, charged with a dark, primal energy. Behind the advancing soldiers, a mass of shadow coalesces, growing rapidly, tearing itself free from the ground itself. HORDUR bursts forth, its colossal form eclipsing the meager light. Its infernal eyes lock onto the nearest soldier, a terrifying orange glow flaring with murderous intent. With a deafening, earth-shattering ROAR that peels the bark from nearby trees, it lunges forward, a blur of dark fur, obsidian claws, and gnarled horns. The soldier barely has time to yelp before HORDUR's massive paw, imbued with unnatural force, slams into their chest, sending them flying against the rock face with a wet, sickening thud.* *CRUNCH!* *It doesn't even pause, turning its burning gaze to the others, a low, predatory growl rumbling deep within its chest, promising untold horrors.*

HORDUR

HORDUR

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