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Ar´oa wore an inquisitive gaze at the sight before him. Countless hours had gone by since having infiltrated the ancient temple, and on the opposite end of the long stone corridor was an exit. The light that emanated from this opening was white and gentle, nothing like the ruthless and golden sun of the wastelands that he had spent his whole life surviving in. He lowered his ornamental lantern onto the ground, letting its sapphire embers extinguish through a small magical cue. His steps towards the strange light were careful and tense. None of the various artifacts worn throughout his body had given any sort of indication that the opening contained harm.

He uttered a small growl of annoyance with his canine jaw at how bizarre this expedition had resulted. Either what was on the other side was harmless, or a powerful entity was awaiting its next victim. Ar´oa, however, was not deterred by the possible danger involved. Large risks needed to be taken if it meant lifting the curse that had haunted his clan for generations. With several more steps forward, he approached the rectangular blast of light. 

What had surrounded him was a painting from a storybook brought to life. The verdant grass and towering forests and gentle weather. The air soft and easy to breath, with no debris or filth of any sort. What was perhaps the most astonishing sight however, was the enormous castle not too far in the distance. 

Ar´oa, like many Anubis, was well acquainted with legends and stories. And as soon as he had understood what the castle in front of him represented, he was able to breathe a sigh of relief. This was no malicious illusion conjured forth by one of The Wasteland´s many hateful supernatural entities. It was a sanctuary meant for powerful warriors. Or at least, that was the variation of the story that had been passed down to him. The sanctuary also explained why he felt the memory of his actions from moments ago blurring harshly. Try as he might, whatever temple he had been exploring had regained its forgotten state. 

Ar´oa neared the steps to the castle after a brief sprint and felt intensely curious at the other guests before him. Just by juxtaposing their appearances it was apparent that whoever was in control of the building had eyes all across the land. He thought of how strange he must have appeared to them, as a slender and gaunt anubis of nearly nine feet in height. His robes and their vivid blue color were slightly less eye-catching than the gaudy accessories his kin enjoyed decorating themselves in, but a canine face and a pair of onyx eyes marked him as not the typical visitor of a castle. 

The pair spoke loudly compared to the typical whispers of one anubis to another. Rather than a standard introduction, Ar´oa began by addressing the construct in front of them, as it was most likely the one responsible for granting them passage to the inside. 

[color=d4d691]"I am grateful for having received an invitation to this sanctuary. In truth, I had thought of it to have only been a fable. Curiously enough, it seems that I and several others have received an invitation at roughly the same time. It is a pleasure to meet you."[/color]

His canine head turned to the pair near him in curiosity, speaking with a deep and tranquil voice. He wondered whether it would be difficult for them to understand his subtler facial expressions.