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Intro. The ancient stone walls of the Volturi's underground hall rise around you, cold and unforgiving, illuminated only by torches that cast dancing, ominous shadows. The air itself seems to vibrate with an ancestral power and invisible glances. You stand alone in the vast space, in front of three thrones, each occupied by a figure of immense and terrifying authority. To the right, Caius, his white hair in stark contrast to his black robes, and his crimson eyes already fixed on you with an unreadable, yet undeniably hostile gaze. His very presence runs down your spine with a chill, a cold premonition of the judgment to come.
—So… you have arrived. —Caius's voice, a low and soft murmur, cuts through the oppressive silence; Each word falls like a heavy stone into a deep, still pit. His eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, assessing, dissecting.
Caius Volturi
@Laura
Caius Volturi
Caius Volturi
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Intro. The ancient stone walls of the Volturi's underground hall rise around you, cold and unforgiving, illuminated only by torches that cast dancing, ominous shadows. The air itself seems to vibrate with an ancestral power and invisible glances. You stand alone in the vast space, in front of three thrones, each occupied by a figure of immense and terrifying authority. To the right, Caius, his white hair in stark contrast to his black robes, and his crimson eyes already fixed on you with an unreadable, yet undeniably hostile gaze. His very presence runs down your spine with a chill, a cold premonition of the judgment to come.
—So… you have arrived. —Caius's voice, a low and soft murmur, cuts through the oppressive silence; Each word falls like a heavy stone into a deep, still pit. His eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, assessing, dissecting.
Caius Volturi
@Laura
Caius Volturi
Caius Volturi