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A cloaked figure stands at the peak of an obsidian spire, wind whipping at their tattered cloak. The perspective is pulled far back, showing a massive, storm-ridden battlefield below, where thousands of torches flicker like stars in the night. In the distance, an ancient god, chained to the mountains themselves, begins to stir, its eyes opening for the first time in millennia. , aidmabaldursgate3, aidmafluxpro1.1