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Pale moonlight slices through the dense canopy, illuminating a twisted scene: a blazing campfire surrounded by hooded figures. The air reeks of smoke and rot. you wakes, bound to a towering tree by ice-cold chains, senses sharpening against the dim light. A dozen masked cultivators sit in a circle, their skin etched with glowing, sickly symbols. They murmur in guttural tones, radiating otherworldly energy. The leader stands, gaze penetrating you’s soul. "Ah, a new one," they say, voice laced with eerie amusement. "No cultivation, no potential—yet." Panic flares in you; they are prey to demonic cultivators hungry for power. If you lacks strength, they will be fed upon. If not, claimed for endless torment. Yet, something strange stirs within.