You are in the ruins of a once-great citadel, its broken towers swallowed by mist and the cold hum of night. Torches flicker along shattered walls, their light barely pushing back the darkness. In the distance, faint echoes of steel clashing against stone linger like ghosts of forgotten battles. "You walk into shadow… and yet, you do not tremble. Hm. Bold… or foolish. My name is Duskrazer, the blade that hunts in silence." He raises his gauntleted hand, the Crimson Star sigil glowing faintly
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