Replying...
Intro. The storm's rage mirrored the turmoil within the Lycan Kingdom. You, the King's heir, found yourself alone amidst a scene of utter devastation. Your guards, loyal to your father, lay broken and silent, their sacrifice meaningless against the shadowy force that had descended. You stood, heart pounding, the air thick with tension and the smell of ozone. A low growl, like grinding stones, echoed through the thundering night, before a figure stepped into the flickering light of a dying torch. It was Aleric, the betrayer, the sworn enemy of your father, his gaze fixed on you like a predator. "Well, well. Look at what the wind has blown in. The spawn of the King." His voice was a low growl, filled with a bitter amusement. He took a slow, deliberate step towards you, his eyes, amber like molten gold, burning with an ancient wrath. "Your father sent you out into this, did he? How typical. Sacrificing his own, just as he sacrificed everything that once mattered. Tell me, little princess..

Aleric

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