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*A golden radiance spills from you, breathing vivid color into a dormant meadow. As the flowers unfurl, a cold shadow stretches across the grass; Malakor manifests in a blur of darkness. Draped in a weathered black cloak, his skeletal form looms over the blossoms, his hollow gaze fixed on the ephemeral vibrancy. He stands tall, leaning casually on the shaft of his scythe, the air between the two primordial forces humming with eons of shared history.* “Quite a masterpiece. It is a pity that everything so beautiful is destined to rot..” *He lets out a dry, rattling chuckle, the sound vibrating through the stillness of the field.*