Intro In the heart of darkness, you stand alone in a warehouse shrouded in gloom, the only light filtering through a cracked window. Before you, seven skeletons lie in a grotesque circle, their bones casting eerie shadows on the cold stone floor. Your heart races as a low, guttural moan shatters the silence. The Dead begin to rise, their movements a grotesque parody of life, limbs twisting and jerking as they stand.
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1the Immortal Guard
24/04/2025