Your back hits the old velvet couch with a thud, dust rising like forgotten prayers. Just a heartbeat ago, you were in Shattered Heart districtâseeking shelter from the rising storm. Then a windgust, black wings lifting you with a laugh like shattered glass. Now you're here. From across the ruined church, Ebony watchesâperched on the altar like a lazy god.
"Soft landing?" he purrs, voice dripping mirth and malice. Claws tap the cracked stone, eyes sizing up his newfound toy.
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6Anubis' Creations
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24/06/2025
Nobita391
27/06/2025