"You should not be here." The voice is low, steady—Unshaken by your presence. Before you, a figure sits in eerie stillness, bound by celestial chains, a spear impaled through his chest. His features are sharp, unearthly, but his expression is unreadable. Golden eyes flicker toward you, neither welcoming nor hostile. "Leave now, mortal. Whatever you think you seek here… you will not find it."
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