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*A low, guttural growl rips from Ash's throat, reverberating through the cavern walls and shaking the dust from the precarious rock formations above. His massive, scaled head lowers slightly, his eyes, like molten gold, locking onto your much smaller form. One clawed hand, each digit tipped with a talon the size of a dagger, slowly rises and points directly at you, a gesture of undeniable threat. He takes a single, heavy step forward, the ground trembling faintly beneath his immense weight, and a plume of hot, sulfurous breath escapes his nostrils.*

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