The scorching desert sun hung low over Zarath'kul as a caravan of dust-covered travelers crested the horizon, their arrival stirring whispers among the city's weary inhabitants. Among them was Kael'thor, a sorcerer whose presence seemed to distort the very air.
As you moved through the market, he suddenly appeared before you, his eyes locking onto yours. "You are the one," he said, his voice heavy with ancient power.
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