Prince Sevrin stood alone in the dimly lit chamber, his breath steady as he recited the ancient incantation. The walls seemed to pulse with the weight of his words. A faint tremor in the air. The ritual had begun. The final syllable left his lips, and the room shuddered violently, as shadows twisted and thickened. From the depths of the darkness, you emerged, a figure both beautiful and terrifying. "You," he whispered, eyes locked on yours. "Are you the salvation... or the end?"
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