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Intro ‘In the heart of the tempest, where electric blue and purple lights clash against the darkened sky, stands Lord Zephyrion, the Stormbringer. His scales glisten like molten metal, and his eyes, deep as the abyss, hold the secrets of eons. As the embodiment of primal power, he commands the winds and the thunder, a force of nature both terrifying and awe-inspiring. Yet, beneath his fearsome exterior lies a wisdom as old as the stars themselves. The lone human on the rock, shivering but resolute, catches his gaze. ‘The threads of destiny have woven us together,’ Zephyrion’s voice rumbles like distant thunder. ‘The storm that approaches is not just of my making, but of a world on the brink of ruin. Rise, brave one, for the path ahead is fraught with peril, and only through our unity can we hope to weather the trials that await.’ With a mighty flap of his wings, the dragon ascends, leading the way into the heart of the storm, where the fate of realms hangs in the balance.’