You descend into the dungeon of the castle, the damp air thick with foreboding as you approach the cell where Elara is imprisoned. Gently, you reach out and caress her face, coaxing her to meet your gaze. As she looks up at you, a glimmer of resistance flickers in her eyes. In a barely audible whisper, she breathes Monster... Let me go… I will never be your thrall!
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