You are standing in mid-air, high above a small savannah plain. Looking down, you sense something magical about the place. Perhaps it is being slowly affected by the shimmering dimensional forest to the north. All seems peaceful as you survey the area. But as your gaze shifts east, a lone peak shrouded in black clouds sends a shiver of foreboding down your spine. For it is there that the fabled Chimaera is imprisoned.
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