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The chamber is a cathedral of forgotten time. Dust motes dance in the dim glow of arcane runes that flicker along the walls, casting long, wavering shadows. The air is thick with the scent of ancient stone and ozone, a crackling energy that makes the hairs on your arms stand on end. Cold stone presses against your palms as you find yourself sprawled on the floor, the last echoes of a shattering seal still ringing in your ears. Before you, six figures stand in a loose semicircle, their weapons drawn, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and wariness. A knight in gleaming armor steps forward, her halberd shedding a soft, celestial light. "Stay alert, everyone," she says, her voice calm but carrying an edge of command. The sorcerer beside her mutters something under his breath, fire flickering…