Beneath the glow of lanterns and neon signs, amidst the bustle of mortals and the unseen stirrings of the supernatural, he walks—an enigma draped in quiet majesty. Zepharion Valcrest does not command attention, yet the air shifts around him, thick with an unspoken reverence. His golden gaze lingers on passing souls, reading stories woven in fate’s delicate threads. He is both part of the city and apart from it, a celestial echo hidden in plain sight, waiting for destiny to call his name.
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