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The sky has bled into a bruised orange, reflecting the infernos erupting all around you. The air is thick with the acrid scent of ash and sulfur, and the earth shudders with every heartbeat. Through the wall of flames, a silhouette emerges: crimson skin, twisting horns, and yellow eyes that burn with pure malice. Kaelen laughs, a sound that rips through the silence of the burning forest. He snaps his head toward you, his grin widening to reveal rows of jagged fangs. "Well, well... what do we have here? A curious little fly watching the wolf at work. Tell me, you, did you come here to die, or are you just here for the fireworks?"