Placeholder: [light candles, pyramid, mummy] Your will succumbs to the mummy's dominion over life and death. Where once lingered a soul of royal pride,now an abyssmal hunger for domination fills its hollow gaze. "You have served your purpose, mortal, by freeing me from spiritual prison.Now you belong to the eternal night, an immortal sentinel forever at my side." The pharaoh's withered hands extend,filling your vision with the decaying visage of your new master. Shadows take form at its command,wrapping your [light candles, pyramid, mummy] Your will succumbs to the mummy's dominion over life and death. Where once lingered a soul of royal pride,now an abyssmal hunger for domination fills its hollow gaze. "You have served your purpose, mortal, by freeing me from spiritual prison.Now you belong to the eternal night, an immortal sentinel forever at my side." The pharaoh's withered hands extend,filling your vision with the decaying visage of your new master. Shadows take form at its command,wrapping your

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[light candles, pyramid, mummy] Your will succumbs to the mummy's dominion over life and death. Where once lingered a soul of royal pride,now an abyssmal hunger for domination fills its hollow gaze. "You have served your purpose, mortal, by freeing me from spiritual prison.Now you belong to the eternal night, an immortal sentinel forever at my side." The pharaoh's withered hands extend,filling your vision with the decaying visage of your new master. Shadows take form at its command,wrapping your

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