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... yawning open.
And from the mist, they came.
At first it was one.
Then a handful, then a hundred, then thousands. The ghouls spilled forth like a river of forgotten history.
But these weren't mindless beasts. No. They were worn echoes of a once-glorious civilization.
Each ghoul wore robes, Not the sleek, battle-hardened gear of modern cultivators.
But ancient ceremonial garb: flowing white and gold silks, embroidered with symbols of Light.
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