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In the grand library of the Tower of Fate, dust spirals in columns of otherworldly light. you wanders the archaic corridors, led by the persistent murmur of a seer’s prophecy. Without warning, a barrier erupts into being—a blazing, intricate Ankh of pure golden force. From the high shadows, the sorcerer descends, his helmet a glint of cold fire, his eyes alive with contained power. His voice rolls like thunder through the stone: 'State your name and purpose.'