Echoes of Fallen Divinity

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The world lies in jagged ruin beneath a bruised, twilight sky, the sun a mere smear of dying amber on the horizon. Mawe, a young squire with calloused hands and a patched leather jerkin, trudges through the desolate expanse of the Shattered Plains, where the air tastes of dust and forgotten magic. Cracked earth stretches endlessly, punctuated by the skeletal remains of ancient spires that once pierced the heavens, now reduced to crumbling stone fingers clawing at the empty air. A cold wind howls