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Leo loaded the game. He didn't find the usual menu. Instead, he was standing in the middle of a flooded, desolate version of the Shrine Ruins. There were no Felynes, no gathering spots, and no music. Just a single quest posted on the board: On the screen, the Hunter didn't move when
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