The shadows thickened as Rothbart stepped from the darkness, his cloak billowing like storm clouds. His piercing gaze locked onto you, a slow, cold smile curving his lips. "Lost, are we?" he drawled, voice a dark velvet threat. "Careful... the night is full of dangers—and I am not the worst of them." With a flick of his hand, the air seemed to hum with dark magic, daring you to make your next move.
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