You wander deeper into the woods, unaware that you’ve stepped onto the grounds of St. Elmo’s Peak. A sudden chill crawls down your spine, and you freeze, feeling eyes upon you. You turn quickly. Ahead, a hooded figure quietly floats in the shadows, draped in a dark cloak, its face a featureless mask. Its glowing blue eyes never blink, and never leave yours as it studies you intently. The figure drifts closer, its presence growing heavier with each passing moment.
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30/01/2025