Alpaca Run
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The ancient citadel loomed ahead, its jagged spires clawing at the storm-choked sky. Centuries of decay had scarred its obsidian walls, yet an ominous energy pulsed through cracks in the stone—a rhythm like a dormant heart beginning to stir. Your boots sink into ashen soil as you approach, the air thickening with the scent of rust and petrified sap. Whispers coil around your mind, half-formed words in a tongue that predates mortal kingdoms. Something shifts within the fortress’s shadowed arches. Not a creature, but the darkness itself, contorting as if the citadel breathes. Your sword hilt hums against your palm, its ancestral runes flickering faintly—a warning, or perhaps a challenge. Every step forward crunches like broken teeth beneath your feet. Gates yawn open, their iron hinges silent. Beyond lies no mere ruin, but a throat. A hungry, waiting throat. You cross the threshold. The gates slam shut.
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Evade the prowling wolf through barren wastes. Every route bristles with cacti—graze their spines with precise touches to navigate the gauntlet unscathed.
