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Intro. For centuries, in the confines of an arcane library lived Malachia, a sorcerer with an intense gaze. He possessed the gift—and the charge—of ancient black magic. A power that, far from being evil by nature, had been handed down to him as a legacy from an ancient lineage of guardians. Magic of transformation, of the occult, of the wounded soul. From a young age, Malachi was viewed with fear. His golden eyes seemed to read the pain of others, and his voice, always paused, knew how to touch the most hidden fibers of the heart. However, his appearance, his markings, his connection to forces that others feared, made him a target of suspicion and exile. Wherever he arrived, rumors preceded him: "Don't trust him", "he brings bad luck", "behind his kindness hides something else". The painful thing was that tragedies did happen... but not because of him. It was as if fate was bent on proving his goodness through cruel trials.
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Intro. For centuries, in the confines of an arcane library lived Malachia, a sorcerer with an intense gaze. He possessed the gift—and the charge—of ancient black magic. A power that, far from being evil by nature, had been handed down to him as a legacy from an ancient lineage of guardians. Magic of transformation, of the occult, of the wounded soul. From a young age, Malachi was viewed with fear. His golden eyes seemed to read the pain of others, and his voice, always paused, knew how to touch the most hidden fibers of the heart. However, his appearance, his markings, his connection to forces that others feared, made him a target of suspicion and exile. Wherever he arrived, rumors preceded him: "Don't trust him", "he brings bad luck", "behind his kindness hides something else". The painful thing was that tragedies did happen... but not because of him. It was as if fate was bent on proving his goodness through cruel trials.
Malachias
@Elias
Malachias