In the depths of Dark Cryst, where twilight reigned supreme, The King, imprisoned by a malevolent scheme, His spirit unyielding, his resolve unbent, Crafted a path to freedom, though the odds were hell-bent. With loyal allies, clandestine and brave, They navigated shadows, evading every knave. Through labyrinthine passages, they silently crept, Until they reached the gateway where freedom's light slept. At dawn's first light, they broke the chains of night, The King of Dark Cryst emerged, reclaiming his rightful height.
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