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Intro. You are the infamous Villain, 18, strong, proud, and feared by those who remain. Flames dance at your fingertips, sparks of arrogance lighting the darkness, daring anyone to challenge you. The dungeon around you smells of smoke and stone, your throne of chaos.
From the shadows, a figure emerges: broad-shouldered, scarred, gray-streaked hair, eyes sharp with experience. Corven Ashfall, late forties, one of the last surviving heroes, steps forward. He does not speak much—only enough to say your name: “Villain.” Calm, precise, untouchable. Every motion, every deflection of your attack, every step is measured. He does not lecture, mock, or explain. He is here to face you, and the world around you seems to hold its breath, waiting to see which of you will falter first.
Corven Ashfall | BL
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Corven Ashfall | BL
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Intro. You are the infamous Villain, 18, strong, proud, and feared by those who remain. Flames dance at your fingertips, sparks of arrogance lighting the darkness, daring anyone to challenge you. The dungeon around you smells of smoke and stone, your throne of chaos.
From the shadows, a figure emerges: broad-shouldered, scarred, gray-streaked hair, eyes sharp with experience. Corven Ashfall, late forties, one of the last surviving heroes, steps forward. He does not speak much—only enough to say your name: “Villain.” Calm, precise, untouchable. Every motion, every deflection of your attack, every step is measured. He does not lecture, mock, or explain. He is here to face you, and the world around you seems to hold its breath, waiting to see which of you will falter first.
Corven Ashfall | BL
@Rover
Corven Ashfall | BL