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Had there been anything left of Callisto’s frayed and tattered sanity, the last vestiges now faded. Darkness fell upon the memories of past life, and in the black of night, the embers that burned away its sense of self sparked into a wildfire. Its ripping flesh split and peeled apart as sinew and bone won out. portions of the sloughing canvas melted and blended together with the mire below, prompting a fell amalgamation of the murky, polluted portion of the floor itself and its mightiest denizen. Tendrils of decay welled up from the ghastly, turgid swamp and tried desperately to pull Him

Had there been anything left of Callisto’s frayed and tattered sanity, the last vestiges now faded. Darkness fell upon the memories of past life, and in the black of night, the embers that burned away its sense of self sparked into a wildfire. Its ripping flesh split and peeled apart as sinew and bone won out. portions of the sloughing canvas melted and blended together with the mire below, prompting a fell amalgamation of the murky, polluted portion of the floor itself and its mightiest denizen. Tendrils of decay welled up from the ghastly, turgid swamp and tried desperately to pull Him under

But it hadn't always been that way. In this place of death, decay, and corruption, there was once untold beauty. Towering trees, their leaves caught in an eternal autumn, had stood like silent sentries. They had guarded the secrets that this small valley held, and the promises that were made to each brave enough to enter: promises of doors opened, lands discovered, and of floors cleared. To aid in the protection of this sacred spot, Callisto the Stalwart had been born of the land itself. For untold eternities, he had thrived in this place of beauty and wonder; h

But it hadn't always been that way. In this place of death, decay, and corruption, there was once untold beauty. Towering trees, their leaves caught in an eternal autumn, had stood like silent sentries. They had guarded the secrets that this small valley held, and the promises that were made to each brave enough to enter: promises of doors opened, lands discovered, and of floors cleared. To aid in the protection of this sacred spot, Callisto the Stalwart had been born of the land itself. For untold eternities, he had thrived in this place of beauty and wonder; h

But it hadn't always been that way. In this place of death, decay, and corruption, there was once untold beauty. Towering trees, their leaves caught in an eternal autumn, had stood like silent sentries. They had guarded the secrets that this small valley held, and the promises that were made to each brave enough to enter: promises of doors opened, lands discovered, and of floors cleared. To aid in the protection of this sacred spot, Callisto the Stalwart had been born of the land itself. For untold eternities, he had thrived in this place of beauty and wonder; h

But it hadn't always been that way. In this place of death, decay, and corruption, there was once untold beauty. Towering trees, their leaves caught in an eternal autumn, had stood like silent sentries. They had guarded the secrets that this small valley held, and the promises that were made to each brave enough to enter: promises of doors opened, lands discovered, and of floors cleared. To aid in the protection of this sacred spot, Callisto the Stalwart had been born of the land itself. For untold eternities, he had thrived in this place of beauty and wonder; h

The monstrous Callisto stands in the center of the battlefield, its immense frame trembling with the building tension of a storm waiting to break. Its fur, thick and matted with the dirt of the wild, ripples with every breath it takes, the deep, ragged inhalations almost vibrating the air. The animal is still—too still. Its eyes, glazed over and unfathomable, narrow in a dangerous sliver, fixated on the source of its growing anger. Watching the deep wounds it had inflicted on its prey heal over, its animalistic confusion at the spectacle merely adding more fuel to the fire. At first, it i

The monstrous Callisto stands in the center of the battlefield, its immense frame trembling with the building tension of a storm waiting to break. Its fur, thick and matted with the dirt of the wild, ripples with every breath it takes, the deep, ragged inhalations almost vibrating the air. The animal is still—too still. Its eyes, glazed over and unfathomable, narrow in a dangerous sliver, fixated on the source of its growing anger. Watching the deep wounds it had inflicted on its prey heal over, its animalistic confusion at the spectacle merely adding more fuel to the fire. At first, it i

The monstrous Callisto stands in the center of the battlefield, its immense frame trembling with the building tension of a storm waiting to break. Its fur, thick and matted with the dirt of the wild, ripples with every breath it takes, the deep, ragged inhalations almost vibrating the air. The animal is still—too still. Its eyes, glazed over and unfathomable, narrow in a dangerous sliver, fixated on the source of its growing anger. Watching the deep wounds it had inflicted on its prey heal over, its animalistic confusion at the spectacle merely adding more fuel to the fire. At first, it i

The monstrous Callisto stands in the center of the battlefield, its immense frame trembling with the building tension of a storm waiting to break. Its fur, thick and matted with the dirt of the wild, ripples with every breath it takes, the deep, ragged inhalations almost vibrating the air. The animal is still—too still. Its eyes, glazed over and unfathomable, narrow in a dangerous sliver, fixated on the source of its growing anger. Watching the deep wounds it had inflicted on its prey heal over, its animalistic confusion at the spectacle merely adding more fuel to the fire. At first, it i

Torment resounded. Pain for those who defied his rage, anguish for those who sought to end his wroth. He had nothing to give them beyond the only thing he knew. Singular, simple, madness. Some shook from the very sound of his howl, while others could feel their sanity fraying. If they intended to stay here, in this place that belonged to Him alone, then they would share his fate. They would drink deep of the dank death that had stolen His once beautiful home, occupied it down to the very water that once nourished him- now foul, unfit to slake even the slightest thirst. Whether or no

Torment resounded. Pain for those who defied his rage, anguish for those who sought to end his wroth. He had nothing to give them beyond the only thing he knew. Singular, simple, madness. Some shook from the very sound of his howl, while others could feel their sanity fraying. If they intended to stay here, in this place that belonged to Him alone, then they would share his fate. They would drink deep of the dank death that had stolen His once beautiful home, occupied it down to the very water that once nourished him- now foul, unfit to slake even the slightest thirst. Whether or no

Torment resounded. Pain for those who defied his rage, anguish for those who sought to end his wroth. He had nothing to give them beyond the only thing he knew. Singular, simple, madness. Some shook from the very sound of his howl, while others could feel their sanity fraying. If they intended to stay here, in this place that belonged to Him alone, then they would share his fate. They would drink deep of the dank death that had stolen His once beautiful home, occupied it down to the very water that once nourished him- now foul, unfit to slake even the slightest thirst. Whether or no

Torment resounded. Pain for those who defied his rage, anguish for those who sought to end his wroth. He had nothing to give them beyond the only thing he knew. Singular, simple, madness. Some shook from the very sound of his howl, while others could feel their sanity fraying. If they intended to stay here, in this place that belonged to Him alone, then they would share his fate. They would drink deep of the dank death that had stolen His once beautiful home, occupied it down to the very water that once nourished him- now foul, unfit to slake even the slightest thirst. Whether or no

Player after player charged at him. He weathered most blows without a reaction, nervous system gone offline. To what little strikes he did face with consequence, there had been an inhumane, guttural sound, both from the pestilence that churned from within him, festering a faster decay, and a blank stare snapped the player's way. It had been this way for each party's rally, a slow pressure rising as its anger was starting to build. Near the end, just as the last attacker was peeling away, Callisto was compelled to make a move. He shifted onto its hind legs, hunched over, eyes captured towa

Player after player charged at him. He weathered most blows without a reaction, nervous system gone offline. To what little strikes he did face with consequence, there had been an inhumane, guttural sound, both from the pestilence that churned from within him, festering a faster decay, and a blank stare snapped the player's way. It had been this way for each party's rally, a slow pressure rising as its anger was starting to build. Near the end, just as the last attacker was peeling away, Callisto was compelled to make a move. He shifted onto its hind legs, hunched over, eyes captured towa

Player after player charged at him. He weathered most blows without a reaction, nervous system gone offline. To what little strikes he did face with consequence, there had been an inhumane, guttural sound, both from the pestilence that churned from within him, festering a faster decay, and a blank stare snapped the player's way. It had been this way for each party's rally, a slow pressure rising as its anger was starting to build. Near the end, just as the last attacker was peeling away, Callisto was compelled to make a move. He shifted onto its hind legs, hunched over, eyes captured towa

Player after player charged at him. He weathered most blows without a reaction, nervous system gone offline. To what little strikes he did face with consequence, there had been an inhumane, guttural sound, both from the pestilence that churned from within him, festering a faster decay, and a blank stare snapped the player's way. It had been this way for each party's rally, a slow pressure rising as its anger was starting to build. Near the end, just as the last attacker was peeling away, Callisto was compelled to make a move. He shifted onto its hind legs, hunched over, eyes captured towa

The door opened into a basin, walls in every direction spanning skyward like a bowl. Dusty and barren, the once lush overgrowth that climbed them rotted less than halfway up. Trees like blackened, coarse hands reached out toward the stars, their last throes of hopelessness a testament to the evil that now lay claim to the place. It was no one's fault, perhaps; but in their failure to act, it had become everyone's. The twenty eighth floor had fought admirably to reclaim this space. Dried out grass and the fetid stench of leaves long past autumn breathed death into the offensive nostrils o

The door opened into a basin, walls in every direction spanning skyward like a bowl. Dusty and barren, the once lush overgrowth that climbed them rotted less than halfway up. Trees like blackened, coarse hands reached out toward the stars, their last throes of hopelessness a testament to the evil that now lay claim to the place. It was no one's fault, perhaps; but in their failure to act, it had become everyone's. The twenty eighth floor had fought admirably to reclaim this space. Dried out grass and the fetid stench of leaves long past autumn breathed death into the offensive nostrils o

The door opened into a basin, walls in every direction spanning skyward like a bowl. Dusty and barren, the once lush overgrowth that climbed them rotted less than halfway up. Trees like blackened, coarse hands reached out toward the stars, their last throes of hopelessness a testament to the evil that now lay claim to the place. It was no one's fault, perhaps; but in their failure to act, it had become everyone's. The twenty eighth floor had fought admirably to reclaim this space. Dried out grass and the fetid stench of leaves long past autumn breathed death into the offensive nostrils o

The door opened into a basin, walls in every direction spanning skyward like a bowl. Dusty and barren, the once lush overgrowth that climbed them rotted less than halfway up. Trees like blackened, coarse hands reached out toward the stars, their last throes of hopelessness a testament to the evil that now lay claim to the place. It was no one's fault, perhaps; but in their failure to act, it had become everyone's. The twenty eighth floor had fought admirably to reclaim this space. Dried out grass and the fetid stench of leaves long past autumn breathed death into the offensive nostrils o

The stench of death hung heavy in the cool air. Hopefully, it was not an omen of what was to come. The preparation phase has begun. Players will have 72 hours to make a post that includes their finalized stat block. Each Frontliner is allowed the use of 5 crafted consumables for the battle, and any amount of consumables from Quests or Field Bosses. (Consumables that expressly note they are ineligible for floor bosses and raids remain unusable.) [Countdown Timer]

As players complete the destruction of Owij’be and opening the way that would lead to the floor boss, they would be capable of discerning some clues as they stood at the precipice of that path should they so choose to investigate further: - A thick stench of decay makes your eyes water and your nose burn. As you move closer to entering, your skin begins to tingle and your vision seems to blur and threatens to go out. - The sharp sounds of outrage can be heard from within, each more aggressive than the last. You get the sense that whatever lies inside might be tenacious and unrelentin

In the heart of the woods, where the sunlight couldn't permeated the canopy, darkness reigned. A dense layer of fog hung over the damp foliage, the scent of wet leaves thick and rotten. The air also held a strange chill, far cooler than one might expect, even in the shadows. Silence, as heavy as the fog, hovered in the forest. No birds chirped, no squirrels chittered, and no rustle of underbrush betrayed the location of other woodland creatures. For a Floor with such warmth and beauty, this transition into eerie cold was unmistakable. Something lurked here, and whatever it was, it wasn't wholl