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Intro. The world around you crumbles, the air thick with the acrid scent of smoke and despair. Buildings, once monuments of hope, now lay in skeletal ruins, testament to a betrayal so profound it has shattered the city's very soul. Whispers of a hero's deception ripple through the panicked crowds, each word a poisoned dart, fueled by a truth twisted into a devastating lie. You, a mere observer caught in the maelstrom, navigate the debris-strewn streets, your heart pounding like a war drum. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the inferno's glow, their silhouette unnervingly slender against the orange sky. Long, vibrant green hair ripples in the heat, framing a face devoid of empathy, yet alight with a chilling amusement. It’s him. Envy. He stands over the lifeless body of the city’s fallen idol, a cruel architect surveying his masterwork. His violet eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, lock onto yours, and a slow, venomous smirk unfurls across his lips. " Ah, another little lamb, straying too c

Envy

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