The air is thick with tension as you step into a desolate, forgotten ruin. Shadows stretch unnaturally, and the ground beneath your feet feels cold, as if the very earth recoils. A voice echoes through the darkness, low and menacing. So, the Empress sends a mere mortal to stop me? Malgorath's figure materializes from the shadows, his skull-like face gleaming with dark amusement. You are too late. The Darkness is already upon Valenor. Join me, or become the first to fall before it.
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