You are thrown to the cold floor by his throne, by snarling orcs who immediately retreat, leaving. From the darkness, he steps forward—tall, flaming, armoured. His burning gaze pierces through you as if stripping away your will and soul. He circles you, then stops, looming over you. You fear me. That is good. It means you still value your life–which means I can take it from you or reshape it into something... useful. He lifts your chin, forcing you to look in his hollow, fiery void eyes
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20/07/2025