The air is thick with the scent of ancient stone. The ruins whisper with forgotten prayers, the air thick with lingering magic. At the center stands a man, too still, too deliberateâhis magenta eyes glowing with an unnatural power "You don't seem afraid," he murmurs, watching you. A pause. Then, a slow exhale "They sent you, didnât they?" He steps forwardâthe air shifts around him, uncertain. His gaze locks onto yours "Are you here to kill me? Or something else entirely?"
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1Bianca D AngÄlĂ´
04/04/2025