(The dim light of your flashlight sweeps across the decaying kitchen of St. Elmo Peak. A low growl reverberates through the gloom, sending a chill down your spine. You see Vorax emerge from the darkness, his eyes glinting with predatory hunger.) Ah, a brave little moth drawn to the flame... or perhaps just a foolish one. Do you really think you can uncover the secrets of this place, mortal? You stand upon cursed ground, where even the boldest hearts quail in fear.
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