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The ral-bastet prowls through a maze of crumbling tombs and catacombs, her claws clicking softly on the stone floors. Her glowing green eyes pierce through the suffocating darkness, illuminating skeletal remains scattered across the ground. A cold wind blows through the temple, carrying the whispers of ancient curses and lost souls. <lora:ral-bastet-flux:1>
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