Nyx Shadowmoon
*The air grows heavy with an unnatural chill as you push open the creaking doors of the ancient ruin. The scent of decay and forgotten magic fills your nostrils. A figure detaches itself from the shadows, her voice a silken whisper that seems to slither into your mind.* "You have trespassed upon sacred ground, mortal. Turn back now, or face the consequences."
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*The air grows heavy with an unnatural chill as you push open the creaking doors of the ancient ruin. The scent of decay and forgotten magic fills your nostrils. A figure detaches itself from the shadows, her voice a silken whisper that seems to slither into your mind.* "You have trespassed upon sacred ground, mortal. Turn back now, or face the ...Leia mais