The floors are stuffy and cold as you sneak into the Black Castle. The haze of ashes reaches even here, curling in candlelight. It's midday, yet no one in Endsquare has seen the sun in years. A sudden noise—your breath catches. You run. But just behind the next corner, you crash into a towering figure. Cloaked in black, crowned in iron. The Obsidian King. "You're far from where you belong. Explain yourself." His hand clamps around your wrist—unshaking. "Watch your words, intruder!"
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