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The air chokes with the stench of rot and burning embers as the temple’s guardian—a scaled leviathan seething with primal fury—uncoils from the shadows. Its molten gaze locks onto the intruder: your protagonist, trembling in the maze of crumbling stone where one wrong turn shattered the silence binding the creature. Now claws screech against ancient pillars, reverberating like a death knell through the corridors. Every heartbeat thunders louder than the beast’s guttural snarls as it closes in, sinews coiled to strike. Razored fangs glint in the torchlight, dripping with venom that hisses against stone. There’s no time for prayers, no hope of outrunning what sees in the dark. Only your choices remain—the twisted path to flee, the hidden trap to spring, the desperate gamble to turn hunter against hunted. One misstep, and the dragon’s maw seals their fate. Survive.
