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Every blow feels earned. The story is told through the weight of your weapon and the stumbling of your feet. You have no memory of how you arrived
It becomes clear that this wasn't just a dungeon; it was a sanctuary, or perhaps a laboratory, for those seeking to transcend death. But something went wrong. The "Thaumaturgy" they practiced—the ability to influence the physical world through sheer force of will—bled into the stone itself. The Choice The First Encounter The first thing you feel