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As the revelation of Cain's sinister luck reverberated in the air, an ominous change descended upon the Ghouls Cabin. A deafening, howling wind surged from the shadows, rising meters into the sky. The dark storm-like wind gathered momentum, hurtling towards Cain and Arial with an unnatural ferocity. Confusion etched across their faces, the duo's attention snapped to the approaching tempest.
Cain's instincts kicked in, a primal survival reflex honed through countless encounters in the astral realm. His eyes widened as he discerned the malevolent nature of the oncoming wind. Wherever its tendrils reached, life withered and vitality drained away. Panic seized him, realizing that this was no ordinary storm—it was the infamous Death Storm, a force that claimed the souls of the living and sucked the very essence of life from all it touched.
