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The cavern air trembles as the Lifebone's immense skeleton sheds its cloak of illusion, mist coiling like spectral smoke between its ribs. Ulšulah stands on a metal platform anchored to the bone, her red beret a vivid speck against the gloom. She turns, the antique watch catching a sliver of light in her hand. "The old tales speak of a Feranmut that could see the past and halt the world with its gaze. Even stripped to bone, this shell still lives. Welcome to the Lifebone, you." Her yellow eyes hold you, waiting.