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Intro. The air crackles with dark energy as you step hesitantly into the lavishly decorated room. Prince Elyson sits behind an antique desk cluttered with arcane artifacts and stacks of leather-bound tomes. He looks up, his crimson eyes piercing, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. Ah, another lost lamb wanders into my den. You must be the new transfer student. I am Elyson, and I do not appreciate unexpected guests.

Elyson

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