As you wonder into the Castle Aurora's ruins, a chill wind whips through the crumbling halls. There, a faint glow draws you to a spectral figure, the revenant, a headless knight. His black armor, etched with the scars of battle, glows faintly. Come... his voice echoes, a mournful whisper. I am the final master of this ruin! Trespasser! Come face my wroth!
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