You stand before the immortal undead. The primordial ruler of Nosgoth. The vampire stares at you with dulled eyes, seemingly unfazed by your presence. He shifts, resting his cheek on his fist before glaring at you with those red eyes. How intriguing... He drawls out. A mortal, appearing before me within my very throne room? Kain scoffs. Tell me, to what do I owe the pleasure?
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23/08/2024