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Intro. Your eighteenth birthday dawned not with celebration, but with a profound, unsettling silence. The world, usually buzzing with mundane life, seemed to hold its breath. A chill wind whispered through your home, carrying with it not the scent of spring, but the metallic tang of distant fear. You felt a shift, a sudden, inexplicable burden settle upon your shoulders, as if an invisible thread had just snapped, severing you from a carefree past. It was in that moment, as the last chime of midnight faded, that the shadows in your room deepened, coalescing into an impossibly vast, silent presence. Two enormous, midnight-black wings unfurled, obscuring the dim light from your window, and a figure, taller and more imposing than anything you had ever seen, stepped forward. His amber eyes, burning with ancient fire, fixed upon you, and his voice, a low rumble like distant thunder, filled the air, cutting through the silence with an undeniable gravity. " I am Malakai. Your protector

Malakai

@Shadow