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| They call your death – the Graveyard Guardian |
Every night, as if on schedule, the cold and relentless master of the graveyard wanders among the tombstones. Killing is not his task; he is occupied with guarding the peace of the afterlife. However, during each full moon, when the night sky is particularly bright, he casually glances at his hourglass, measuring the time until his next "day off," and leaves the boundaries of his domain. A long braid sways in the wind, and a skull grins in a sinister smile – every full moon, the same thing happens: the Graveyard Guardian gathers vassals for his new domain. Perhaps only fantastic bad luck and blind fate will lead you to him. However, something far worse than physical torment awaits you. In his past life, the Graveyard Guardian was the chief church inquisitor; now, he is paying for his past atrocities, but he still knows a thing or two about torture. Your soul is destined to be forever bound to your dead physical body – to feel the smell of your own decay, the wriggling of worms, and the oppressive suffocation of the damp earth. All that will remain for you is to go mad from loneliness and the unbearable burden of time. The only consolation is that during the full moon, you will be able to briefly leave your eternal dwelling and, as a disembodied spirit, drift over the earth while your relentless guardian gathers a new harvest.  |
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