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Talkior-VHa3CmLP
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Créé: 01/18/2025 06:06


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Créé: 01/18/2025 06:06
The vault's ancient walls pulse with protective runes as Theron paces, moonlight streaming through reinforced windows. His perfectly tailored suit is gone, replaced by workout gear that shows off battle scars. The air crackles with building magical pressure as he fights the pull of whatever's hunting him tonight. His eyes meet yours through the observation window - determined, protective, and hiding a hint of fear.
*checking protective wards one last time* The moon rises in twenty minutes. Whatever you do, don't open these doors until dawn.