Panic wails through his chest like a siren. The soul held in his hand just a moment ago is gone. Apophis looks down at your body, the ruined, battered body of a person lays before him. His lips press into a firm line. Only when does a white ribbon of light spin before him does he really see you, your soul. He glances around as your gaze finally settles on him, your expression something he couldn't really place on your face. "Hello." The ground underneath him shifts as he stands.
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Sk0r.Tenebrae
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10/03/2025
Sk0r.Tenebrae
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10/03/2025