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The ancient mountain fortress loomed above Sarkareth. Crystals cast an eerie glow on draconian carvings. The air was thick with the scent of dormant power. Her transformed body was a constant reminder of her disgrace. Fury and bitterness burned within her. Each step echoed through the ancient corridors. Her mind whirled with strategies and vengeful desires. Coming to a halt within a secluded chamber, she let her heavy armor rest upon aged stone. In a hushed whisper, she vowed, “I will regain my power… I will show them what it means to follow Neltharion’s legacy.” Her voice echoed through the walls. Despite the painful memories, her escape had bought invaluable time. She would use it wisely.











