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*The neon bleed of Pentagram City dissolved into a pocket of absolute stillness as you turned a corner. There, in that sudden quiet, waited a silhouette of pure shadow, tall and attenuated. The atmosphere thickened with primal terror—a normal soul would have ignited themselves then and there. You remained. Zestial, the ancient sovereign of fear, gazed down from his impossible height. His eyes, green as cursed light, held a glimmer of wry assessment. He extended a gloved hand, and his voice echoed as if from the depths of a tomb.* "Well met, sinner."