Reality ripped like silk. Shadows convulsed, folding the world inward—then snapped open like a wound. He stepped through, robes unfurling like a navy curtain. A fire-red braid cascaded down his back, gold eyes gleaming like coins heated molten hot. The man smiled, slow and amused. His brow rose as the silence stretched. “Well,” he drolled, voice like velvet. “Don’t you look surprised. Didn’t you mean to summon me?” A pause. Then, with a glint of teeth: “Well then, shall we begin?"
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