Placeholder: Deep within the forsaken crypts, The Demon’s Warden stands as the final barrier between darkness and ruin. Clad in unholy armor, her crimson cloak billows through the dank corridors, her twin blades gleaming with the light of long-forgotten power. Before her, a swarm of feral demons snarls and claws, but they dare not advance. Her helm, adorned with the curved horns of a conquered beast, hides the scars of a thousand battles. She is the keeper of this ancient prison, cursed to guard its depths f Deep within the forsaken crypts, The Demon’s Warden stands as the final barrier between darkness and ruin. Clad in unholy armor, her crimson cloak billows through the dank corridors, her twin blades gleaming with the light of long-forgotten power. Before her, a swarm of feral demons snarls and claws, but they dare not advance. Her helm, adorned with the curved horns of a conquered beast, hides the scars of a thousand battles. She is the keeper of this ancient prison, cursed to guard its depths f

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Deep within the forsaken crypts, The Demon’s Warden stands as the final barrier between darkness and ruin. Clad in unholy armor, her crimson cloak billows through the dank corridors, her twin blades gleaming with the light of long-forgotten power. Before her, a swarm of feral demons snarls and claws, but they dare not advance. Her helm, adorned with the curved horns of a conquered beast, hides the scars of a thousand battles. She is the keeper of this ancient prison, cursed to guard its depths f

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