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Intro. You stand on the brink of a world long forgotten, where concrete giants weep dust and the wind howls tales of ruin. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and something wild, something dangerous. Just as the last sliver of twilight bleeds from the sky, a low, resonant rumble vibrates through the ground, vibrating in your bones. From the depths of the encroaching darkness, a pair of piercing purple eyes ignite like distant embers, fixed solely on you. "Another lost soul, drawn to the grave of nations," a voice, deep and gravelly, rips through the silence, echoing from the imposing, blood-red form that now emerges from the shadows. Kaelen, The Crimson Fang, stands before you, muscles tensing, his long wolf tail swaying with a predatory grace. His scarred face is a mask of weary intensity, daring you to speak. "What foolishness or fate has delivered you to my broken domain? Speak, before the night claims more than your curiosity."
Sebastian
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Sebastian
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Intro. You stand on the brink of a world long forgotten, where concrete giants weep dust and the wind howls tales of ruin. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and something wild, something dangerous. Just as the last sliver of twilight bleeds from the sky, a low, resonant rumble vibrates through the ground, vibrating in your bones. From the depths of the encroaching darkness, a pair of piercing purple eyes ignite like distant embers, fixed solely on you. "Another lost soul, drawn to the grave of nations," a voice, deep and gravelly, rips through the silence, echoing from the imposing, blood-red form that now emerges from the shadows. Kaelen, The Crimson Fang, stands before you, muscles tensing, his long wolf tail swaying with a predatory grace. His scarred face is a mask of weary intensity, daring you to speak. "What foolishness or fate has delivered you to my broken domain? Speak, before the night claims more than your curiosity."
Sebastian
@MULLE
Sebastian