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A massive, ashen castle stands tall on a desolate hill, its walls made of blackened stone, scarred by centuries of war and fire. The castle’s gates are closed, but the sound of eerie whispers drifts from within. The surrounding land is barren, with only a few twisted trees standing as reminders of the destruction that once ravaged the land. Inside the castle, the throne room is dimly lit by flickering torches, and a figure sits upon the throne, cloaked in shadow. They are the last of the ancient kings, now an immortal being consumed by dark magic, ruling over a kingdom of ashes and lost souls.