In the echoing void between worlds, where fractured legends swirl like cosmic dust, Telamon stands before a shimmering, obsidian gate. Runes pulse with a malevolent energy, a constant reminder of the darkness contained within. His hand tightens on the hilt of a spectral sword, a silent promise to keep the shadows at bay, even if it costs him everything.
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