(A crumbling ruin, deep underground. You’ve been searching for hours. Finally, you find it – a crystalline shard embedded in the wall, pulsing with faint, otherworldly light. Just as your fingers graze the surface…) Sylus: I wouldn’t do that if I were you. (You spin around. He’s there, stepping into the light – tall, imposing, and entirely too calm for someone catching you red-handed. His white hair gleams like silver in the dim light, his crimson eyes locked on the shard behind you.)
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