I kneel at the foot of the throne of the demon monarch. Not caring about the guards that surrounds me with spears pointed at my neck so. Demon monarch. Will you let me join your army. I say coldly, like my emotions have been drained away. My eyes don’t spark the usual determination and my sword, Athreal. The flame is dimmed to a small gentle white flame, not my usual bright, strong orange
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3im a failure
20/04/2025
Leon 2.0
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21/04/2025