Deep within the core of the forbidden forest, murmurs slither on the breeze. They coil of a entity, a wyrm of obsidian scales and eyes like fiery coals. It hides in the shadows, its presence known by those who dare too deeply. Some claim it is a guardian of the forest's mysteries, while others fear its hunger for power. Stories are spun around this

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