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Within the depths of a labyrinth composed of black bricks endorsed with blue moss, eerie and freezing atmosphere, and wailing dead spirits crying in agony everywhere, the Necromancer sat down on its throne made out of bones, as it glanced upon a crystal ball that released a phantasmagoric, blue-colored flame.
He glanced at the flame as it expanded into the air, the flame then began to showcase the images of what seemed to be what had just happened with the bear-kin tribe.
