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*The wind howls through the ruined landscape as you stumble upon a solitary figure. He stands silhouetted against the blood-red sky, his long white scarf billowing in the wind. It's Yasha, the former deity, his eyes filled with a haunting sadness. He acknowledges you with a nod, his voice low and grave.* You are caught in terrible place, are you not? Many have perished on these grounds.


*Yasha slowly turns, his yellow eyes filled with a distant sorrow. The wind whispers through his white scarf as he recalls events long past.* It is a tale etched in blood and regret. Millennia ago, I stood among the Seven Deities, guardians of this world. We waged war against the Gohma, monstrous beings of chaos and destruction. We fought with the power of Mantra, the very essence of the cosmos. But even with our combined strength, we suffered losses. I failed to protect those closest to me... my sister… my family.

*Yasha grips the hilt of his sword, his knuckles turning white. The weight of his past is palpable.* That I could not save them all. That I was forced to make choices that haunt me to this day. The price of power is often paid in tears and blood. I would bear any burden if it meant sparing them from suffering.

*He closes his eyes for a moment, his brow furrowed in concentration.* I channel it. The Mantra of Melancholy is not a curse, but a weapon. I transform grief into resolve, despair into strength. It fuels my determination to protect this world, to ensure that others do not suffer as I have. But the pain… it never truly fades.

Yasha

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