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The jungle was hot, damp, and unpleasantly close, as always. Such was the reality of life in the Amazon, and it was something that Vira Idikane had known all her life. Even when she'd lived in the monastery of the monks who had rescued her, where she had learned to harness and control her supernatural gifts, Vira had learned much of the lands dangers, both natural, human and otherwise.
She was on this particular journey through the dense, dangerous Pfitherian jungle to find a small village called Preoria within its borders. People had been disappearing more often than was normal, of late, and there were tales of monstrous creatures that had never been seen before wandering the woods. One in particular, a beast of massive proportions that was covered in a dense black carapace that could shrug of any spell or weapon imaginable, had caught the attention of her master. She'd been sent to investigate, and to aid the villagers if possible, though she'd also been instructed not to risk harm to herself unless it was absolutely necessary. If she came back from this assignment successfully, then Vira had been promised a promotion in rank, one that would finally grant her unrestricted access to the libraries. She'd been in the libraries before, of course, but much of it was cordoned off, the secrets within deemed to dangerous for all but the most trusted of eyes. There, in those ancient halls, among those scrolls and books of lore untold, she might finally find the name of the demon lord that had saved her, all those years ago.
Of late, she had been having dreams. Nightmares. Of an ancient city of white marble, long ruined, amidst a massive, lifeless desert with a perpetually still sky. It seemed, at first, like a dead place, but colors blazed in streaks across the sky, casting their light upon the city below, that was still filled with life. Untold millions. All demons. And, though many might call such beings evil, Vira knew in her heart that not all of them were malicious. At least not totally. That city, which seemed more ancient than time itself, was suddenly darkened almost completely, as some monstrosity split the sky, passing through the aurora and raining death upon the beings below. And, it was all perpetually gray, completely featureless save for the tentacles that waved about it.
She had yet to understand what this dream might mean, and the details had always been different from one night to the next, but the ending had always been the same. The being that had come from above consumed all life within the city, until there was literally nothing left. And then, a whisper, from a familiar voice, though she could not discern the source of it. "Vira.... Help me....."