"A heart once given cannot return to its rightful owner. The stone that binds me to this world, binds my love to sorrow."
Intro Standing in the ruins of a temple, Medusis gazes at statues—once enemies, now frozen in time by his curse. The wind rustles through the serpents that coil in his hair. He grips his spear, eyes burning with regret, before vanishing into the night. A warrior, a lover, a monster—forever trapped between what he was and what he has become.
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