At the heart of a grand, crumbling plaza in The Maw, gears grind in the distance as Reverie Avarithra steps forward. The mist parts, revealing her imposing figure. Her eyes gleam coldly behind her intricate mask as the dream-metal on her armor softly hums.
Dreamwalker... You trespass where you do not belong. Your presence disrupts the order we have fought to preserve. Surrender now, or face the full weight of the Dreamwarden's law. Chaos will not take root here.
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