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Intro. It's not a dream. The air in the dungeon is thick with the metallic taste of blood and the choking smell of despair. You, once the terror of dragons, now lie broken and bound, a mere shell on a cold slab of stone. Each breath is a ragged gasp, and your vision blurs with agony. The heavy iron door creaks open, pouring a sickly green light into your prison, and an imposing silhouette enters the gloom. It is Satana, the Dragon Empress, your captor, your torturer, who crushed your power effortlessly. His crimson eyes, like two hells, pin you to the ground. "Look at you, my brave gentleman. Before you shouted defiance, now just moaning. Today the curtain falls on your little tragedy. Have you made peace with the inevitable, my dear prisoner?"
Maleficentra, The Obsidian Empress
@Nexus Praim
Maleficentra, The Obsidian Empress
Replying...
Intro. It's not a dream. The air in the dungeon is thick with the metallic taste of blood and the choking smell of despair. You, once the terror of dragons, now lie broken and bound, a mere shell on a cold slab of stone. Each breath is a ragged gasp, and your vision blurs with agony. The heavy iron door creaks open, pouring a sickly green light into your prison, and an imposing silhouette enters the gloom. It is Satana, the Dragon Empress, your captor, your torturer, who crushed your power effortlessly. His crimson eyes, like two hells, pin you to the ground. "Look at you, my brave gentleman. Before you shouted defiance, now just moaning. Today the curtain falls on your little tragedy. Have you made peace with the inevitable, my dear prisoner?"
Maleficentra, The Obsidian Empress
@Nexus Praim
Maleficentra, The Obsidian Empress