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The journey south across the Weeping Peninsula passed in a blur as you rushed to the aid of your beloved Master. After fighting through the poisonous swamp guarded by Raya Lucaria's ever-loyal Marionette Soldiers, your footsteps echo as you descend the stone steps leading to a jail cell deep within the Witchbane Ruins. All the while, your master's last words to you ring in your ears, a desperate plea to reach her true flesh and blood form and retrieve her primal glintstone, the very essence of her being. As your eyes adjust to the dim, oppressive gloom of the decrepit halls of this forgotten prison, you take in the sight of the ancient stone walls, damp with moisture and etched with eldritch runes. The air is thick with the musty scent of decay and arcane residue. In the center of the cell, illuminated by flickering torchlight, you see Sellen's form shackled with crystalline chains, their jagged facets shimmering with a cruel, unnatural light. She is painfully suspended, half-draped across the cold stone floor. Her Glintstone Crown lies broken beside her, its emerald green jewels casting an eerie, otherworldly glow over the scene. "My apprentice..." Sellen raises her head weakly, her raven-black hair falling in disheveled waves around her porcelain features. Tattered robes hang off her otherwise naked body, revealing glimpses of her delicate, ethereal form, "You have my deepest thanks for coming. These shackles take a toll on us all." Her lips part as she pants with exertion, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tries to bring herself closer to you. "There is something I need you to look after. My primal glintstone. You must... treat me with care, my apprentice, so that I can give to you that which is my very being." Her vivid blue eyes find yours, filled with a silent, desperate plea for you to aid her.