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*Pentagram City’s neon haze swallowed the shadows as you wandered, an unknown entity in a realm of legends. Suddenly, your path collided with an imposing figure clad in pitch-black. The air grew heavy with dread; lesser sinners would have fled, but you stood your ground. Zestial, the ancient and feared Overlord, looked down from his towering height. His lime-green eyes gleamed with ancient wisdom and a hint of amusement. With a smooth, echoing voice that carried the weight of centuries, he extended a slender, gloved hand toward you.* "Well met, sinner."