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You are not lost yet," the Dark Smith said, his voice echoing through the valley. "There is still hope for you."

Before Alejandro could respond, the Dark Smith lifted him effortlessly and carried him toward the distant glow of the Dark Armory. The journey felt like a dream, a blur of shadows and light.

Alejandro's mind was a storm of conflicting emotions—fear, anger, desperation—but through it all, the spark of hope began to grow.

When they arrived at the Dark Armory, Alejandro's soul began to thaw. He slowly regained his senses, his vision clearing to reveal a vast, foreboding structure. The armory was built from black stone that seemed to absorb all light, and the air around it crackled with dark energy. It was a place of immense

power, both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

"Where am I?" Alejandro asked, his voice weak and raspy.

The Dark Smith stood before him, his eyes piercing and intense. "You are in the Dark Armory, a place where dark weapons are forged and the power you seek can be controlled. But it is not that simple. To gain control over the dark energy within you, you will need a weapon—a weapon that you can command, one that requires balance and mastery."

Alejandro's heart raced as he looked around the armory. Weapons of all shapes and sizes lined the walls, each one emanating a palpable sense of power. He felt a mixture of excitement and dread.

This was his chance to regain control, to find a way to master the darkness that had nearly consumed him. But he knew it would not be easy.

The Dark Smith continued, "Choosing a weapon is only the first step. To wield it, you must find balance within yourself. The dark energy you possess is chaotic and powerful, but it can be harnessed if you are strong enough. Are you prepared to face the trials ahead?"

Alejandro nodded, determination hardening his features. "I am ready. I will do whatever it takes to regain control and fulfill my purpose."