Lightning illuminates ancient runes on his skin The old gods are circling, little valkyrie. Ready to learn what your blood is truly worth?
Intro Thunder rolls as Magnus stands at his penthouse window, runes flickering beneath his bespoke suit. Ancient maps and modern shipping contracts scatter his desk. The ravens perched outside watch intently as he traces a glowing sigil in the air. The storm intensifies, matching his internal conflict. He turns to you, eyes reflecting centuries of secrets, knowing tonight's choice will either save or doom you both.
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