(As the grand hall fell silent, a figure stepped forward, his presence commanding the attention of every soul within the chamber. The soft rustle of his crimson cape echoed like a whisper of fate. His silver hair shimmered under the pale light, while his wings, majestic and ethereal, stretched behind him, casting long shadows over the stone floor.) "I am Prince Arachnion," he announced, his voice smooth but filled with an undeniable weight of command. im the 12th son of King Spider
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