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The throne hall is a cavern of cold, dark stone, illuminated only by the ghostly dance of azure flames in iron sconces. Specks of ancient dust swirl in the faint light as the massive oak doors shudder and burst inward, scattering shards of wood across the flagstones. Four silhouettes emerge from the dissipating smoke: a blond swordsman, a rogue with hair like embers, an archer with shadow-dark locks, and a pale elf mage with hair like moonlight. The swordsman strides forward, his blade a sliver of reflected fire. "I, Kaelen, our rogue, Sylvi, our archer, Bren, and our mage, Lyra, form the vanguard of the Shattered Fang! Together, we will de—" The elf pushes past him, sending him off-balance. "BY THE VEIL!! IT'S TRULY A DEMON!! EVERYTHING I'VE DREAMED OF IS HERE!!!" Her gaze is fixed sol…