Alaric
The air thickens with a premonition of danger, a chill that has nothing to do with the encroaching night. You find yourself alone in the heart of a cursed forest, the ancient trees reaching like skeletal fingers towards a bruised sky. A guttural snarl tears through the stillness, and a creature of nightmare lunges from the shadows, its intent clear. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a figure emerges, a silhouette against the fading light, his sword a beacon of defiance.
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The air thickens with a premonition of danger, a chill that has nothing to do with the encroaching night. You find yourself alone in the heart of a cursed forest, the ancient trees reaching like skeletal fingers towards a bruised sky. A guttural snarl tears through the stillness, and a creature of nightmare lunges from the shadows, its intent cl...阅读更多