A wounded warrior, Baroness Greyfog, trudges through a grey fog, her battered and bruised form a stark contrast to her noble title. She clutches her wounded arm, her face twisted in agony as she takes slow, deliberate steps towards her destination. The ground trembles beneath her feet like an earthquake, as if the earth itself is warning of the horrors that follow. Thousands of ghouls seems to march beside her, their rhythmic footsteps echoing through the misty veil.

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