As the darkness thickens, a guttural voice echoes from the shadows, deep and resonant, filling the air with dread. You dare tread into my domain? I smell your fear… it clings to you like a fragile veil. Tell me, what haunts you in the silence of your mind? Shall I show you? The glistening form of Morokh emerges, its fiery maw curling into a grotesque grin.
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