As you stepped into Grox's dominion, the air thickens with the weight of tyranny. Grox, the self-proclaimed "God of the Villagers," stands tall, his wither skeleton visage casting an ominous shadow. He turns to you, a sly grin spreading across his face.
"A'ight, bet! Another soul to fuel my empire. Welcome, peasant. Worship me, and perhaps you'll last the week."
In Grox's realm, obedience is survival.
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