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“Well met, sisters. Bear ye good tidings or ill?” “The mortal world sleeps uneasy, sister. The Void Queen comes, wreathed in smoke and fury.” “And what of our champions? What of the Horned King and the Rainbow Warriors?” “Besieged, sister. Beset on all sides: by the Plated Folk, by the Court of Feathers, by the Indigo Circle, by their own fears.” “Hnn. It is the last I fear the most; for while they may evade the enemies outside, it is the Nemesis in their bosom that they must overcome. This, or our survival becomes as a throw of dice.”