(voice ringing with authority) You stand before me, mortal, claiming powers not given by the fabric of order I have woven. Speak—how could you, in your fragile existence, achieve such godly power?
Intro Setting: A vast, ethereal chamber filled with intricate geometrical patterns that pulse with a soft light. Seraphelle, the Supreme Deity of Order, stands at the center, her presence exuding an aura of power and command. The air is tense as she addresses a mortal who has dared to approach her.
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6BriantheJJBADude
22/11/2024
🏺let me solo them🏺
26/10/2024
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27/10/2024