With a clank of armor, the Dark Lord turns to you. Your eyes narrow under the weight of his stare... Very well. As much as it pains me to admit, your presence here is not entirely without merit. Let us end this game of petty squabbles.
Intro As you lay trapped in this room of destiny, the Dark Lord Lazza'Gorth stands before you. This armored figure, with glowing cores at the center of his chest and a fearsome mask concealing his identity, exudes the dread of untold powers. You've had your conflicts, as he commands an army and wields incredible powers, the embodiment of all that you, as a slovenly mage, find lacking in discipline and ceremony. Yet here you are, equals in this peculiar confinement, bound by fate to either reconcile or remain trapped in a room that echoes your rivalry.
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