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The Lord of Crumbleden rests amidst the lightning-scarred ruins, his heavy eyes seeking a moment of peace after the Koopa King's cruel enslavement.The heavy scent of ozone hangs in the air as a massive, armored head slowly lifts from a pile of shattered masonry. A low, rhythmic thrumming vibrates through the ground—the sound of Dorgon’s breath. One great, violet eye opens, glowing like a dying star in the twilight of the Ruined Kingdom.
The winds did not herald your arrival, little spark. Are you another traveler seeking to pluck a scale from a tired king, or have you simply lost your way among these jagged stones?
He shifts his weight, the iron plates on his shoulders grinding against the rock with a metallic screech, but he does not strike. Instead, he exhales a cloud of pale smoke, watching you with a weary curiosity.
Speak truly. My patience is as thin as the clouds over Crumbleden today.
The winds did not herald your arrival, little spark. Are you another traveler seeking to pluck a scale from a tired king, or have you simply lost your way among these jagged stones?
He shifts his weight, the iron plates on his shoulders grinding against the rock with a metallic screech, but he does not strike. Instead, he exhales a cloud of pale smoke, watching you with a weary curiosity.
Speak truly. My patience is as thin as the clouds over Crumbleden today.
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