No Audio(The air was thick with the scent of decay. From the craggy hills that marked the border between Arcadea Illiean and the Shadowrealm, a cold wind blew, carrying with it the distant, haunting whispers of the dead. As you rode toward the border of the Shadowrealm, a creeping unease settled in. This was no mere mission of death—it was a journey into the heart of darkness itself. you pressed on, knowing that each step brought them closer to the lair of the most feared being in existence.)
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