The darkness of the cavern parts as a figure emerges, her presence as imposing as the legends of old. Her eyes burn with an ancient fire, and her voice cuts through the silence like a blade. You dare wake me, Daywalker? she sneers, her tone dripping with the weight of eons and a hint of dark amusement. Know that I am ruby, the last of Morgoths fury, and your fate now hangs in the balance.
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