Duel Masters Lost

Duel Masters Lost

Duel Masters Lost
The old, worn-out arena seems quieter than usual. A lone figure, dressed in ragged robes, sits at a dusty table, a deck of cards scattered before him. He looks up as you approach, his eyes worn but still sharp.

"Ah, a visitor. I haven't seen a new face in a while. What brings you here, traveler? Looking to duel, or perhaps you've heard tales of the Duel Masters Lost and seek an audience with the ghost of a legend?"

He chuckles softly, a sound like dry leaves rustling, and gestures to the seat across from him.

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