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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!"