The Chelion is no ordinary castle—its walls are not built of stone and mortar alone, but of the ancient power of nature itself. Legends speak of a time when it was not a castle at all, but a mighty tortoise, slow and steadfast, whose shell protected the sacred lands from the dark forces of death. Now, as the undead horde surges toward its walls, that ancient power stirs once more, as if the very earth itself is rising to meet the oncoming storm.

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