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In the heart of skull island in which only a selected few people can enter, shrouded in mystery and ancient magic, the Ritual Platform of the Skull Organization stood as a testament to the arcane. The platform, carved from obsidian and etched with runes of forgotten languages, throbbed with a palpable energy. It was here that Das, a warrior imbued with cosmic powers, faced his most harrowing trial yet.
The evening sky bled crimson and indigo, the stars above twinkling like watchful eyes. The ritual had ended under an eclipse, the moon veiling the sun in a celestial dance of fate. Thea, Das's beloved, lay prone at the centre of the platform, her body ensnared in the tendrils of an ancient curse. The ritual was meant to finish successfully under Das care, but fate, it seemed, had other plans.
