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A chalice filled with ever-burning black flame rests atop an altar of polished bone, deep within a subterranean cathedral where the walls pulse like living flesh. The flames give off no heat, yet the air around them distorts as though reality itself bends to avoid their touch. The chalice seems untouched by time, its golden filigree unblemished, its gemstone inlays shifting colors in response to the heartbeat of the one who dares approach. , aidmabaldursgate3, aidmamj6.1, aidmafluxpro1.1