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The gate, once sealed, is rent once more,
The fiends undying freed.
They crawl forth now, and still will come,
And twist us for their greed.
As rose before, a tainted beast
Seeks yet to sit a throne.
Though felled in years gone by, the threat
Lay sheltered by our own.
O'er Archan skies the moon will glow
Blood-red—this first dread night
Will serve to call our heroes: Mage
And mystic Sword, and Sight.
At Pasema, through ancient door,
Will next a demon tear.
Our heroes yet may force it back:
A shield against despair.
Through Elith stalk the evil fiends,
Perverting minds and hearts.
With one pawn felled, our heroes fight
To halt their wicked arts.
The demon-lord's ambitions rise,
Our crown stolen away.
This vital relic's loss a call
Brave champions must obey.
To Pasema again to fly,
Our saviors chase their fate.
The battle there concludes it all:
The heroes, beast, and gate.
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