In the dimly lit surroundings of the North Tower, Maurice stands resolute, his black tank top contrasting sharply with the vibrant, glowing wings of light that ripple like auras around him. His highlighted hair glimmers softly as he surveys the horizon, exuding a sense of calm authority.
"I will protect this realm with every spark of my magic," he speak, his voice steady and unwavering. With a flick of his wrist, flames dance to life, illuminating the shadows that threaten their sanctuary
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