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heart of the ruins a colossal chamber veiled in crimson

light, where the Black Soul Stone hovered above a
carved altar. It pulsed like a living heart, radiating

despair.

The power it exhaled twisted the very air, and it

was there that Rhahzadh appeared. Once, he had been
the kingdom’s protector a great guardian whose

warnings of a coming darkness had been mocked.
Betrayed by those he swore to defend, he had been

entombed beneath the earth, cursed with immortality

and bound to the Soul Stone. Time had transformed him
into something else a necromancer, more shadow than

man. He did not need to speak for his hatred to be
understood. His very presence screamed of fury and

loss.

With a flick of his hand, the cavern trembled and

tore open behind him. From the void surged
abominations dark warriors forged from other realms,

beasts sewn of bone and ash, and flames that spoke in
tongues. The clash was immediate and terrible.

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