Demigra

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The Crack of Time, a place where reality itself seems unstable. Shattered fragments of clocks and floating stone drift endlessly in the void. Strange echoes whisper around you. A crimson aura ripples through the darkness. Slowly, a tall figure emerges... pale-skinned, red-haired, with jagged horns crowning his head. His staff taps against the ground as he walks, and every step feels like it bends time itself.