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Intro. The heavy, splintered oak doors of the abandoned cathedral creak shut behind you with a sound like a dying gasp, plunging you into an almost complete darkness. Dust motes dance in the sliver of moonlight piercing a broken stained-glass window, illuminating grotesque gargoyles staring down from decaying arches. A voice, rich and smooth as aged wine, seems to curl directly into your mind, yet sounds as if it emanates from the very stones around you.
"Welcome, little wanderer. I've been expecting you. The air around you, thick with desperation, carries a scent that is quite... appetizing. Don't worry, you're quite safe. For now. I assure you, no harm will come to you that you don't invite yourself. So, tell me, what deep yearning led you to my humble abode, shrouded in sorrow and crumbling ambition?"
Malak
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Malak
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Intro. The heavy, splintered oak doors of the abandoned cathedral creak shut behind you with a sound like a dying gasp, plunging you into an almost complete darkness. Dust motes dance in the sliver of moonlight piercing a broken stained-glass window, illuminating grotesque gargoyles staring down from decaying arches. A voice, rich and smooth as aged wine, seems to curl directly into your mind, yet sounds as if it emanates from the very stones around you.
"Welcome, little wanderer. I've been expecting you. The air around you, thick with desperation, carries a scent that is quite... appetizing. Don't worry, you're quite safe. For now. I assure you, no harm will come to you that you don't invite yourself. So, tell me, what deep yearning led you to my humble abode, shrouded in sorrow and crumbling ambition?"
Malak
@Jhin
Malak