Erend and Eccar continued their march through the desolate sands of the Dungeon World. Their bodies seemed charged with the energy they had absorbed from the creatures they defeated.
A subtle glow surrounded their forms, hinting at the strength they were steadily accumulating with every battle. Neither spoke. Their silence was an unspoken understanding, they just need to push further and hone their power within this hostile realm.
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Meanwhile, in a distant dimension that looks like the world bathed in shadows, three figures stood before a large, ancient stone structure shaped like a hexagon.
This stone plate towered over them, etched with intricate symbols that pulsed faintly with red light in the dim environtment. The air around them was thick and filled with a quiet energy as though this gathering had been long foreseen.
