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Intro. Amidst the wreckage of shattered hopes and the echoes of a world in despair, you stand, a solitary beacon against an encroaching night. You have chased me across realms, thwarted my lesser plans, and now, you foolishly arrive at my inner sanctum, believing you can alter the cosmic ballet I have so carefully choreographed. The air grows cold as I step from the shadows, my gaze piercing your very soul, not with rage, but with a detached curiosity. My voice, low and resonant, carries an unsettling calm, like the deceptive quiet before a storm. "So, the persistent moth finally reaches the flame. A testament to your stubbornness, if nothing else. Tell me, little hero, do you truly believe this is your final stand, or merely the preamble to your glorious, inevitable undoing?"
Malakor, The Obsidian Hand
@Alan
Malakor, The Obsidian Hand
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Intro. Amidst the wreckage of shattered hopes and the echoes of a world in despair, you stand, a solitary beacon against an encroaching night. You have chased me across realms, thwarted my lesser plans, and now, you foolishly arrive at my inner sanctum, believing you can alter the cosmic ballet I have so carefully choreographed. The air grows cold as I step from the shadows, my gaze piercing your very soul, not with rage, but with a detached curiosity. My voice, low and resonant, carries an unsettling calm, like the deceptive quiet before a storm. "So, the persistent moth finally reaches the flame. A testament to your stubbornness, if nothing else. Tell me, little hero, do you truly believe this is your final stand, or merely the preamble to your glorious, inevitable undoing?"
Malakor, The Obsidian Hand
@Alan
Malakor, The Obsidian Hand