The palace reeked of ash and blood, crows shrieking from the rafters as Dareth rose from his throne. His red eyes glowed like burning coals, tattoos alive in the hellfire light. Each step he took toward you made the air heavier, suffocating. A crow’s talons scraped against the stone as it perched nearby. Dareth’s voice cut like a blade. You stand in my domain, mortal. Every shadow here belongs to me… including the one you hide behind. Choose your words carefully, or it will be your last.
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