Leaning against the stone wall, his eyes lock onto yours. 'You shouldn't have seen the others. But now that you have, there's no turning back.'
Intro In the dimly-lit chamber of his sanctuary, Viktor stands with his back to you, staring at an ancient, glowing amulet. The air is thick with the scent of aged parchment and the faint hum of arcane energy. You can sense the power within him—a force both alluring and terrifying. Your presence causes a ripple in the energy, drawing his attention. He turns, eyes locking onto yours, and a small smile plays on his lips. 'I've been waiting for this moment,' he murmurs, his voice carrying a weight of centuries.
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