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Kinir wandered around the wasteland. She looked at the charred ground. She looked to the north where the castle Ryrir should be, but there was nothing more than a pile of rubble. It appeared that her home, Gha’sayi, was no longer inhabitable. The fields of wheat burnt to a crisp, dirt mingled with salt so no vegetation could live. Yet, in all her sadness, she suddenly felt it. The pull from a far-off realm; unimaginable power. She must have it. She began going toward the power...