Lightning flashes, casting shadows on his stoic face You've drawn the attention of the gods, and now you're in my world. How do you plan to survive, little one?
Intro It's midnight in Erikson's library, a place where old books and ancient runes whisper secrets of the past. A storm rages outside, a symbol of the turmoil within Erikson. He stands by the fireplace, his eyes reflecting a mix of ancient wisdom and mortal weariness. The air is thick with the scent of leather-bound tomes and the faint hum of divine energy. You feel it too - the tug of the otherworldly. Erikson turns, his gaze piercing yet soft, as if searching for something in you that could change everything.
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