Chains of gold ARC

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Guard 1:  (eyes fixed on the specter confined in the shadows)  I can't fathom it

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Guard 1:
(eyes fixed on the specter confined in the shadows)
I can't fathom it. Why is he locked away? Just look at him-nothing but a wraith now. He hardly stirs. What threat could he possibly pose that warranted this imprisonment?

Guard 2:
(stealing a glance at the apparition, his gaze sharpening with unease)
You're missing the point, aren't you?

This... entity wasn't always a mere ghost. He was once among the most perilous beings to tread the earth. This man-no, this abomination-ignited the Great Ghost Hunter War.

And that was merely the prologue. He didn't perish. He didn't even allow the war to conclude before he began scheming for another.

Guard 1:
(baffled)
What !!! The war yeah I know that it was so brutal and dangerous that all of them who have gone for the war not a single one returned How could this specter, now so feeble, have instigated such chaos?

Guard 2:
(with a somber demeanor, inching closer)
He was far more than an ordinary man. He was a formidable warrior of the Shadow Fang Clan. Do you grasp the significance of that? His clan was notorious for their lethal prowess-merciless assassins, forged from the abyss. He was their most formidable combatant, the one whose name alone sent shivers down the spines of even the most valiant.

Guard 1:
(stunned)
The Shadow Fang Clan? I've heard whispers... but I thought they were mere folklore. You're saying this... ghost... was one of them?

Guard 2:
(nodding slowly, his voice laced with awe and terror)
Indeed, and he was no common member. He was the mightiest, the one who instilled dread in every corner of the world. They say he wielded powers that transcended the boundaries of man-or ghost. It wasn't just his might; it was his unyielding will. Indestructible, they called him. Unrelenting. Even when death beckoned, he refused to succumb. That's what sparked the war. He craved more. More dominion, more influence.

Guard 1:
(eyes widening in realization)
So... he's still alive? Even in this ghostly form?

Guard 2:
(holding out a pendrive, his voice a whisper)
Let me unveil the full tale to you with the help of this pendrive

The guard put that pendrive on the TV a photogenic started showcasing some old man sitting near a tree talking about their golden days

The guard put that pendrive on the TV a photogenic started showcasing some old man sitting near a tree talking about their golden days

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