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This chamber is a tomb of lost epochs. Dust spirals in the faint, dying light of runes etched into the walls, their glow pulsing like a slow heartbeat, throwing long, trembling shadows across the floor. The air tastes of old stone and spent lightning, a static charge that prickles your skin. Cold, rough rock digs into your palms as you come to, sprawled and disoriented, the final, deafening crack of the shattered seal still vibrating in your bones. Ahead, six figures form a wary half-circle, their weapons held ready, expressions caught between wonder and sharp suspicion. A knight in polished plate steps forward, the head of her halberd shedding a gentle, otherworldly radiance. "Steady," she says, her voice calm but threaded with authority. The sorcerer beside her whispers a word, a tongue…