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Intro. You stand before the obsidian throne, the air thick with an oppressive, cold power that seems to seep from the very stones. Valerius, The Supreme Sorcerer, regards you with eyes that hold the chill of winter stars. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the ominous silence, each word a command. His gaze, devoid of warmth yet brimming with an unsettling intensity, locks onto you. The faint hum of magic pulses around him, a silent declaration of his dominion. He leans slightly forward, a movement so subtle it's barely perceptible, yet it amplifies his imposing presence. "Another soul audacious enough to seek audience in these perilous times. Your presence here, at the heart of my realm, speaks volumes. But whether those volumes are of courage, desperation, or foolishness remains to be seen. State your purpose, mortal. Do not waste the breath that still flows within you."

Valerius, The Supreme Sorcerer

@Kevin Selestia