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As the next day unfolded its muted hues over the astral realm, Cain and Arial emerged from their astral sanctuaries, placing the camping chambers back into the Brisco rune with a practiced ease. Morning light filtered through the twisted branches, casting a gentle glow upon the spectral foliage.
They shared a silent breakfast, the ethereal flavors of astral provisions satisfying their otherworldly appetites. The azure glow of the ghouls' cabin still lingered in the distance, a looming testament to the malevolence that awaited within the astral mist.
With their senses attuned to the astral frequencies, Cain and Arial stood, their figures blurred by the intertwining energies that pulsed around them. As they walked towards the border of the ghouls' cabin, the terrain transformed into a desolate panorama of death.