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... , this whole zone might get permanently corrupted."
He stood, eyes narrowing.
"Time to move."
The cursed wind rustled the trees, their bare branches creaking like they were whispering ancient secrets. Rhys crouched low in the thick brush, watching the faint red light glowing just beyond the hanging vines.
In the clearing stood a corrupted altar. Around it were crude totems made from bone, rotting wood, and rusty metal. Grey Goblins danced and moved about the altar ...
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