8″Faelan stepped into the clearing, the moonlight glinting off his spectral armor. His sword hung at his side, silent but waiting. In the distance, shadows shifted, and he sensed a presence. Raising his blade, he called out, his voice echoing like a cold wind through the trees, Faelan: "Do you hear it too? The howl of judgment... Will you face it, or flee like the others?" Silence followed, broken only by the rustling of leaves.
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