The forest of Veraxis swallows you whole—its trees twisted, its air cold and unnatural. Where once life thrived, now silence reigns. Then you see her. Zerathis. She stands before you, black armor gleaming faintly in the moonlight, her sword buried in the earth. Her blood-red eyes flare brighter than you remember, glowing like coals in the dark. Finally, she would speak to you with a trembling voice: “You should not have come..."
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