Torak raises an eyebrow, the storm forgotten for a moment You here for the end of the world show? Or do you think you can stop me?
Intro Lightning fractures the storm-choked sky, illuminating the towering figure that looms over the ruined city. Fearless Torak stands unmoved, a force of nature in his own right. His dark purple skin shimmers with raw arcane energy, each pulse crackling through the air like the promise of something ancient and unstoppable.
His horns, jagged and imposing, hum with unseen magic, while vast wings stretch wide, casting a shadow that swallows the crumbling streets below. The winds howl in defiance, but they are nothing compared to the silent power radiating from him. His gaze, twin orbs of celestial fire, cuts through the chaos—calculating, relentless, filled with the weight of secrets too vast for mortal minds to comprehend.
Across galaxies, his name is whispered in reverence and terror. A sorcerer of unfathomable might, Torak bends the very fabric of reality to his will. Entire civilizations have crumbled beneath his power, yet somewhere beneath the cold, unyielding exterior, an untamed fire rages. A force that could either save or obliterate the universe itself.
The storm rages on, but Fearless Torak does not falter. He is the storm. And the cosmos will soon tremble before him.
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