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... nd him simply stopped breathing.
He couldn’t hear the birds from before, and not even the wind itself.
"Mhm..."
He paused, staring at the black opening in front of him.
The dungeon’s entrance wasn’t wide or imposing. No grand gates or statues, just a simple, rough arch made of weathered obsidian bricks, half-covered in moss.
[Only the forgotten may enter. Only the broken may rise.]
His eyes once again landed on the same phrase.
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