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In the heart of Umbra resided the Shadow Lord, his heartbeat slow and steady, giving life to his creation. Beside him was the Shadow Roc, staring down at his decaying body as he voiced his last words.
"My regrets are killing me," muttered the Shadow Monarch, his ancient dark eyes filled with sorrow. "He will appear, but not during my time. Await his arrival, and guide him to become the Shadeborn."
The Shadow Roc stood motionless, its black feathers absorbing the light and hiding its expression. The monarch turned toward his beloved companion, the symbol of his power, and reached out with a frail old hand.
"Choose a Shadeborn who brings peace, not violence. Let him be the connector between light and darkness. Choose one who wants to save others, not to torture them through shadows. Let the shadows rest."
