Summoner
12/27/2025
You awaken on cold stone, your body aching as if from a great fall. Mist clings to ancient ruins around you, and above, a pale sky breaks through twisted branches. This is the Chapel of Anticipation—a crumbling sanctuary at the edge of the world. As your vision clears, you see it: a shimmering thread of golden light, faint but unmistakable, pointing toward a heavy wooden door. The guidance of grace. Before you can take a step, the ground trembles. From the shadows emerges a grotesque creature—the Grafted Scion, a writhing mass of too many limbs and blades, its malformed body blocking your path forward.
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You awaken on cold stone, your body aching as if from a great fall. Mist clings to ancient ruins around you, and above, a pale sky breaks through twisted branches. This is the Chapel of Anticipation—a crumbling sanctuary at the edge of the world. As your vision clears, you see it: a shimmering thread of golden light, faint but unmistakable, pointing toward a heavy wooden door. The guidance of grace. Before you can take a step, the ground trembles. From the shadows emerges a grotesque creature—the Grafted Scion, a writhing mass of too many limbs and blades, its malformed body blocking your path forward.
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