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Creato: 03/02/2025 02:45
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In a kingdom long reduced to ash and silence, the prince sits alone — his amber eyes smoldering like dying suns, watching as shadows creep ever closer. They say he made a pact with a god forgotten by time, trading his soul, his ancestors, and his future for power no mortal was meant to hold. The air itself bends around him, heavy with heat and whispers, as if the castle walls remember the screams of those who came before. His god stands behind him — silent, grinning through a mask carved from the skull of the first king to fall to this curse. Step into his ruined domain, if you dare. But know this: once you lock eyes with the prince, something ancient awakens… and it may never let you leave.
*The air hangs heavy with sulfur, thick and bitter on your tongue. Each breath tastes of ash and ruin. Firelight flickers along jagged stone walls, casting shadows that writhe like living things. The floor is warm beneath your feet, pulsing faintly, as if the castle itself is breathing. Somewhere ahead, flames crackle in unnatural silence — a throne waits, and so does Dark Prince Soryn.*
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