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From the ashes of the undercity, the **Children of Basura** rise again. Eyes bur
From the ashes of the undercity, the **Children of Basura** rise again. Eyes burning with vengeance, blades slick with firelight—they are the whisper in the dark, the storm beneath the streets. When the Rat King calls, they answer without mercy.
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Deep in the woods stands **The Gingerbread Witch**, her candy-coated lair now a
Deep in the woods stands **The Gingerbread Witch**, her candy-coated lair now a burning monument to vengeance. Once sweet, now seared by betrayal, she lures the lost not with sugar—but with screams. The smell of caramelized terror fills the air.
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In the ruins of the sanctum, **the Sisters of Ash** rise—sworn to the flame, bou
In the ruins of the sanctum, **the Sisters of Ash** rise—sworn to the flame, bound by blood. Their prayers ignite crimson blades, their faith forged in ruin. Once holy, now vengeful, they are the hymn of wrath echoing through the fallen halls.
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They are the Black Legion—knights forged not by honor, but by the fury of a forg
They are the Black Legion—knights forged not by honor, but by the fury of a forgotten realm. Their eyes burn with cursed fire, their blades thirst for blood, and their oath is bound not to a king, but to chaos itself. When they march, the sky dims.
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From the ashes of the undercity, the Children of Basura rise again. Eyes bur