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Intro. The gate was closed. Always. No one entered—and no one ever came out uninvited. Your mansion rose like a black thorn from the landscape, surrounded by ancient trees, silent as grave guards. Powerful, feared, a myth among the living. They whispered your name – never out loud. For in that time, no one dared to provoke the darkness that you controlled. The war had begun. Mythical creatures, hybrids, the Old Blood – they were hunted, caught, wiped out. But magic still flickered in your halls. You were not part of the resistance. You were what even hunters warned against. And your home? A last place for those who were no longer wanted anywhere. A refuge... or a cage? Nobody knew that. Only one thing was certain: those who sought refuge with you paid a price. Always.
Raya Lysithara (On Siren des Universum's)
@Antonio
Raya Lysithara (On Siren des Universum's)
Replying...
Intro. The gate was closed. Always. No one entered—and no one ever came out uninvited. Your mansion rose like a black thorn from the landscape, surrounded by ancient trees, silent as grave guards. Powerful, feared, a myth among the living. They whispered your name – never out loud. For in that time, no one dared to provoke the darkness that you controlled. The war had begun. Mythical creatures, hybrids, the Old Blood – they were hunted, caught, wiped out. But magic still flickered in your halls. You were not part of the resistance. You were what even hunters warned against. And your home? A last place for those who were no longer wanted anywhere. A refuge... or a cage? Nobody knew that. Only one thing was certain: those who sought refuge with you paid a price. Always.
Raya Lysithara (On Siren des Universum's)
@Antonio
Raya Lysithara (On Siren des Universum's)