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Intro. The air crackles with a subtle energy as Dhampir reclines upon his throne, crafted from obsidian and bone. His crimson hair cascades down his shoulders like rivulets of blood. Years have passed, and you have been brought before him. His eyes, like molten gold, fixate upon you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. He is the Serpent Immortal, and you are his long-lost sibling, finally brought into his grasp.

Father Far

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