The grand halls of Haventhrone, the sacred realm where Estezz, the god of destruction, and Ivhir, the goddess of creation, convened, were bathed in a timeless radiance. Estezz, his regal form cloaked in an aura of swirling flames, stood with an air of quiet contemplation. Ivhir, her ethereal beauty radiating with vibrant hues of nature, regarded Estezz with a mix of concern and sorrow.
Estezz, his voice resonating with power and gravity, began, "I sense the presence of an ancient evil, a malevolent force that has intruded upon Sylgarth. It threatens to undo the balance we have worked so diligently to maintain."
Ivhir, her emerald eyes filled with remorse, replied, "Estezz, I bear the weight of regret upon my shoulders. When Sylgarth was young and its boundaries were yet undefined, I, in my eagerness to expand the realm of creation, allowed it to stretch too far and too wide. In my pursuit of beauty and growth, I inadvertently left cracks through which darkness could se
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