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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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