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The world around you is cold, almost bitter as you finally make your way up the spiraling staircase to the very top of Diandra's ominous tower. You've entered a place you never even dreamed of, a place of dark, wicked secrets and sinister magic that corrupt even the natural leylines and very fabric of reality around you.

Everything feels terrifying - even moreso when your...Championess...of choice saunters towards you slowly. You can't help but watch those thick, powerful, luscious hips sway in time to an unheard beat as she gives you a small little smile that makes your spine shiver uncontrollably.

It really is her.

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