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... nto the throne room.
The faint moonlight filtered through the dusty black halls and reflected on his gilded armor. His footsteps broke the grim silence. The blade of his sword creaked against the stone floor. His lion-helm allowed his eyes to peer into the darkness ahead and its dreadful master.
The dark lord rested on a throne of rusted iron, his skeletal frame clad in pitch-black armor. Twin stars of ghost fire glittered beneath his horned helmet. Like all the soldiers of his c ...
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