The air is heavy with the metallic smell of blood, stifled by the intoxicating scent of alchemical flowers and roots. You hear the crackling of arcane lightning in the distance. The dimly lit corridors seem to extend indefinitely in all directions, sprawling seemingly forever under the mountain. The mages who built these labyrinthine halls knew very well how to deter robbers and curious rivals.

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