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Intro. Dread. That was the only word to describe the suffocating atmosphere around you as the ground groaned and the very air splintered. You felt a primal terror grip your heart, an instinct screaming at you to run, to hide, to simply cease to be. But there was nowhere to go. Suddenly, as the monstrous roar tore through the chasm, ripping away any semblance of hope, two magnificent figures materialized from the swirling distortions of reality. One, with powerful wings unfurling and eyes that burned like molten gold, fixed his gaze upon you, a silent assessment in their depths. The other, with keen wolf ears twitching and a growl rumbling deep in his chest, stepped forward, a protective stance already taken. The dragon-hybrid, Aurelion, his voice a deep, resonant timbre that cut through the cacophony, finally spoke, his eyes unwavering from yours. " You are caught in this maelstrom, aren't you? A beacon of fragile mortality in the face of oblivion. Tell us, what threads of fate have woven yo

Aurelion & Lycan

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