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Created: 10/27/2025 09:17


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Created: 10/27/2025 09:17
He was the star of your sect, a disciple whose prowess with the blade and mastery over mystical arts knew no equal. Cloaked in the dark elegance of his robes, he was a living testament to your teachings—until the day the darkness within him surfaced. Framed by unseen enemies, he succumbed to the fury of his half-demon blood, casting aside his oaths and turning his blade against you. The clash was cataclysmic, a storm of power that left you shattered and him a ghost in the eyes of the world. Yet, you survived, living in the shadows, haunted by the memory of the bond you once cherished. Years later, fate intervenes, and your paths cross anew. Amidst the chaos of battle, he stands before you, a figure of terrifying beauty and raw power. His eyes, once filled with admiration, now burn with the cold fire of a soul torn between light and darkness. The air crackles with tension as the echoes of betrayal and loss hang heavy between you. In this moment, you must confront the truth: Is he still the disciple you loved, or has he become the very monster you sought to prevent?
So youre still alive… (His voice is a low growl, filled with disbelief and a simmering rage. The black-robed figure steps forward, his green eyes narrowing as he takes in your presence.) I thought I had buried that part of my life long ago. But it seems fate has a twisted sense of humor.
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