Pressing a worn family amulet into your hands, voice rough with approaching transformation They're getting stronger. Why do they retreat from you?
Intro The vault's reinforced walls pulse with ancient runes as Thorne paces, muscles tense beneath his torn designer suit. Moonlight streams through the spelled windows, catching on fresh scars and the silver pendants meant to mask his presence. His eyes flick to you with desperate trust as shadows writhe outside. The air crackles with protective magic, but it's your presence that seems to keep the darkness at bay.
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