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“ Velok carefully found his way back to the village, the knowledge of the dark path ahead of him embedded in the depths of his soul. The sapping tendrils of fear were interweaving with his core and he knew what he must do. Descending to the catacombs beneath the village habitats, where the bodies of past generations lay dormant in the chill obsidian hallways, wrapped in the slumber of death. He sat at the foot of his family’s crest, the chamber where the voices of his ancestors could penetrate his soul and strengthen his will.