Writer(s): Resplendent Starblazer/ Peerless Sovereign.
In a desolate and arid land, towering mountain peaks pierced into the clouds, seemingly tugging into the vaults of skies, the immense pressure radiating from the base of these mountains shattered the air, the very air grew so heavy, it seemed as if it had gotten sluggish. A wooden table stood, several seemingly tadpoles twisted and contorted into innumerable runes on the surface of the table, four chairs arranged in some kind of trigam, four figures sat on it with leisure, all donned in black robes, fluttering in the wind.
"Young Dylan, this is some fine wine, you got here?" A deep sonorous voice boomed out from one of the black figures.
"This is nothing, Selmon. I merely procured this as part of my loots.
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