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Awakened from what appeared to
be a dream
A dream of war and complete
devastation

Where stone, steel, and flesh
become one
And all that remained were
the howling winds

Behold the blackened gates
Made not of steel but of tortured souls
Joined by each other's disfigured limbs
Horridly beckoning your entrance

Confusion and fear grip the heart
Frozen between life and death
What awaits you on the other side?
A battle rages within to pass the gates
Flame of vengeance burns stronger in death
Visions of triumph draw you in

Unknown forces tear violently at your
innermost fears.

Reluctant strides bring you forward
The horrid gate moans behind
In what appears as infinite darkness
Only one path is shown

Led by a majestic yet brutal figure
Fear has turned into a familiar confidence
As destiny begins to take form
This realm you claim as your battlefield

Multitudes of war beaten souls
Gathered before one
Master of magic and harvester of fear
Whose words inspire them all
Echoing, through the halls of eternity
"Our time of conquest has come!"

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