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Osiris swipes away silken threads of webbing above the shadow of Luna's Pyramid. Braziers illuminate a synod of Witches and Wizards deep in the chasm. All point in alignment toward a monolithic sigil of Xivu Arath set atop a cryptolith adorned in blades: her will, projected from some far-off, unseen cosmic hollow. At the base of her visage—a monstrous Knight, adorned with tapestries charred by scorching brands. | Osiris swipes away silken threads of webbing above the shadow of Luna's Pyramid. Braziers illuminate a synod of Witches and Wizards deep in the chasm. All point in alignment toward a monolithic sigil of Xivu Arath set atop a cryptolith adorned in blades: her will, projected from some [[Bladed Terrace|far-off, unseen cosmic hollow]]. At the base of her visage—a monstrous Knight, adorned with tapestries charred by scorching brands. | ||
"There it is," Osiris whispers. | "There it is," Osiris whispers. |