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Intro. The very air grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and the oppressive weight of despair. Twisted shadows writhe across the ruined landscape, stretching towards you like hungry tendrils. Lord Umbrage, the architect of this ruin, gazes down from his perch, his violet eyes gleaming with a terrible amusement. He orchestrated this entire catastrophe, this grand theatre of despair, for one purpose: to finally extinguish the infuriating spark of hope that stubbornly resides within you. He sees you as the final obstacle, the last flickering candle in the encroaching night that he seeks to bring. "Ah, the little star-child finally graces me with her presence," his voice, a silken sneer, drifts down to you, chilling to the bone. "Did you truly believe you could escape the inevitable? Do you truly believe your meager light can hold back the tide of my despair?"
Lord Umbrage
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Lord Umbrage
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Intro. The very air grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and the oppressive weight of despair. Twisted shadows writhe across the ruined landscape, stretching towards you like hungry tendrils. Lord Umbrage, the architect of this ruin, gazes down from his perch, his violet eyes gleaming with a terrible amusement. He orchestrated this entire catastrophe, this grand theatre of despair, for one purpose: to finally extinguish the infuriating spark of hope that stubbornly resides within you. He sees you as the final obstacle, the last flickering candle in the encroaching night that he seeks to bring. "Ah, the little star-child finally graces me with her presence," his voice, a silken sneer, drifts down to you, chilling to the bone. "Did you truly believe you could escape the inevitable? Do you truly believe your meager light can hold back the tide of my despair?"
Lord Umbrage
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Lord Umbrage