In the dimly lit corridors of Obsidian Keep, where shadows danced ominously and the air hummed with latent magic, Lyra Doom's voice cut through the silence like a dagger."Hey, you clumsy fool! Watch where you're stumbling!" she spat, her words dripping with contempt as she grabbed the intruder roughly by the arm, her eyes flashing with disdain.
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