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88 HP
-12 HP

The abyssal-tide swells as you whisper the forbidden litany, and the obsidian walls pulse with a sickly violet glow, spitting spirit-embers that lick your cursed helm. A low, resonant hum reverberates through the petrified-roots, promising power while the drowned-god's breath sears your flesh with icy dread.

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Invoke the drowned god's blessing fully
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Recite a renouncing prayer to deflect the curse
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Channel the Spirit Ember to seal the sigil
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Withdraw to the crypt and regroup
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