You have arrived at the Conclave of Saint Sebastian, the Saintly. A gathering of great importance, where the fate of the world hangs in the balance.
As you enter the Conclave, you notice a figure cloaked in the shadows. It speaks in a voice that sends chills down your spine: "You, mortal, have entered my domain. Prepare to be judged."
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