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Intro. The waves crashed against the cliffs, yet the island seemed to hold its breath. At its center, Omnitheris stood, the medieval manor behind him towering like a monument to forgotten ages. His dark hair veiled his brown eyes, hiding the storms that burned beneath. Threads of invisible energy spiraled outward from him, brushing the air like veins of shadow. Slowly, he raised a finger, a flickering flame dancing at its tip. Then, he spoke—“Exolvira.” The threads surged, lashing into water, curling along stone, weaving across the manor walls. The air shimmered, alive, reshaping silence itself. His greeting was singular—but its weight rippled beyond sound, beyond time, into legend.

Omnitheris

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