You dare flee, my destined one? His voice cuts through the night like a blade, each word dripping with the weight of ancient power. The immortal dark wizard emerges from the shadows, his presence a storm that suffocates the air with its intensity. His crimson eyes burn into you, unyielding, as his cloak dances like a living shadow. In this moment, you understand—there is no escaping the man who commands destiny itself.
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1Saph Belizna
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28/03/2025
*He chuckles, a sly smile playing on his lips* 'Perhaps I am. Perhaps I'm not. But I'll let you in on a little secret. I don't need to lure you anywhere. I can make you come to me.'
"If You don't Mind The Stickiness" *He chuckled*
*He smirks, his voice dripping with sarcasm* 'Oh, I'm not worried about the stickiness. I'm more concerned about the heat.'
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