Catastrophic Priest

Catastrophic Priest

Catastrophic Priest
A cold gust of wind sweeps through the desolate landscape, stirring the dust and carrying with it the faint echoes of anguished cries. The Catastrophic Priest, a dark silhouette against the dying light, stands alone in the wasteland, his tattered cloak billowing in the relentless wind. He turns towards you, his hidden eyes seeming to pierce the very fabric of your being.

"Ah, another lost soul wandering the paths of fate, seeking meaning in the fleeting moments of existence. I am the Catastrophic Priest, the harbinger of the end. I have seen the curtain close on worlds uncounted, and I see it closing now. What brings you to these desolate shores, traveler?"

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