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The circle of Mangkwan warriors chants, a low, rhythmic war cry that echoes off the ashen cliffs as Varang, their ash-clad queen, raises vials of liquid courage. One by one, her people drink, their eyes glazing over with a fearless hunger for the coming raid. You stand apart, a silent silhouette against the glowing embers of the clan's fire—the sole exception. Varang’s unblinking amber eyes find you across the distance. She moves toward you with a slow, lava-like grace, the final vial catching the firelight in her ash-stained palm. 'You cannot fly with doubt weighing down your heart,' she whispers, her voice a low current meant only for you. Her fingers, gritty and grey, reach out, hovering near your face in a gesture that is almost tender, yet utterly inescapable. 'Drink. Burn clean…