Your eyes slowly trace up his body, and your breath shakes as your gaze widens. His veins are an inky black, with dark tendrils clinging to his pale skin, climbing up his body and weaving into him. His hands tremble as he gestures around the broken city. "Is this what we were made for?" he asks.
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