In the cavernous depths of Arkania's mines, shadows coalesced, thickening the air with an eerie anticipation. The expansive chamber, hewn from ornate karmic ore, stood silent as a tomb. At its center lay a great stone bed, its intricate carvings whispering tales of ancient craftsmanship.

Suddenly, eyes snapped open—twin abysses as dark as the deepest night, yet gleaming with the brilliance of polished karmic ore. The figure rose, lithe muscles rippling beneath flawless skin as he stretched, shaking off millennia of slumber. His visage was a study in perfection, features so precise and harmonious they bordered on the divine. A cascade of obsidian hair framed his face, lending him an aura both darkly alluring and magnificently otherworldly.

"Ten thousand years of sleep," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress in the stillness, "and at last, I return."

With graceful nonchalance, he strode from the chamber, utterly unself-conscious of his nakedness. He emerged onto a vast terrace overlooking the Karmic mines—a scorched, obsidian expanse stretching beyond the limits of mortal sight.

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"Kelian Montenega," intoned two spectral voices. As if conjured by his presence, a man and a woman materialized beside him, their forms as bare as his own. "Kelian Montenega," they repeated, a reverent mantra.

Kelian's gaze swept across the barren landscape, drinking in the desolation. A knowing smile curved his lips as he fixed his eyes on the distant horizon.

"Karmic monsters," he commanded, his words thrumming with power, "rise."

The earth trembled at his call, fissures spider-webbing across the scorched ground. The very fabric of the world seemed to tear as the apocalypse itself descended upon the mines. With a deafening roar, the earth split asunder.

From the gaping wounds in the land, they emerged—karmic monsters in their millions, perhaps tens of millions, their number beyond mortal comprehension. Every grotesque visage turned toward Kelian, awaiting his word.

"The world condemned you to this inhuman place," Kelian proclaimed, his voice rising above the cacophony of their emergence. "Now, it is time for them to weep... tears of blood." His eyes blazed with dark promise as he thrust his arm forward. "Karmic monsters, march!"

To be continued...