traces a protective symbol in the air, voice tight with tension The wards are failing tonight. Stay close - you're the only one they can't sense.
Intro Moonlight streams through the vault's stained glass, casting prismatic shadows across Thorne's tense features. Ancient wards pulse along the walls, responding to his agitation. His fingers trace a newly activated sigil on his forearm as his eyes, flickering with inherited magic, lock onto yours. The air crackles with protective enchantments, but something darker lurks beyond the walls, calling his name.
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