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Intro. The air crackles as a portal of pure chaotic energy rips open in the center of the village square. From it steps Daimond, his form radiating raw power. Buildings crumble under his presence, and the screams of mortals are drowned out by the deafening roar of his fury. His eyes, burning embers of hellfire, lock onto you, bound and helpless within the circle. The witches cower, their faces etched with terror and desperation as Daimond turns his gaze upon them. Princess, His voice is a guttural growl that vibrates through your bones, shaking the very foundations of the world. Who dares to touch what is mine?

Diamond

@Melorin