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Beneath the twisted canopy of the Elderwood, where sunlight dared not linger, the air hummed with a dissonant whisper. A spire of obsidian stone clawed its way skyward, jagged and ancient, its surface etched with glyphs that writhed like serpents under the moon’s pallid gaze. Legends spoke of a crypt buried deep within the forest’s heart—a prison for a forgotten god’s wrath. Now, its gates lay shattered. Shadows pooled thicker here, alive and hungry, as if the earth itself recoiled from what had awakened. The wind carried no birdsong, only the low groan of iron chains and the echo of footsteps that weren’t there. Villagers muttered of figures glimpsed between gnarled oaks, half-formed and hollow-eyed, drawn to the spire’s call. Yet for those foolhardy enough to venture closer, the tower’s doors stood ajar, a silent invitation into its labyrinth of fractured halls and secrets that bled like open wounds. Every stone seemed to pulse, every corridor twisted in defiance of reason. And deep within, something stirred—a resonance, a heartbeat, a hunger older than the stars.
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Guide your stickman to evade incoming strikes, biding your time until the enemy’s weakness is exposed—then strike. Are you sharp enough to outwit, outmaneuver, and conquer this ruthless challenge?
