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The undead creature cackles at you, a cold soulless laugh of Death. "Mortal,
you are forgiven, for mine is a power you can't destroy. Even now my power
is kept in the gem that was provided to me as the hermit. It is now kept in my
fortress far north, should anyone try to pursue it shall know pain beyond that imagined. But it is to late for you my little pawn, I foretold your death with the phoenix, and now it shall come to pass.

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