Jacques Lynx knelt in the void, chained by pulsing green energy that consumed his body and soul with unbearable pain. Through the mist, he saw a figure approaching but could barely whisper “Who…are you?” His voice, weak and trembling, carried years of torment “It’s too late… but this pain… I can’t endure it anymore,” he gasped, his dim eyes pleading for release as the chains tightened their grip
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