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... on twisted. The sorrow, the pleading of tears—they vanished like vapor under fire. His face darkened, lips tightening as he drew a deep breath through his nose. A faint mist, cold and spectral, curled from his mouth with each exhale—fog born not of weather, but of raw, coiling magic. His shoulders rose, his frame towering with a terrifying aura.
His eyes snapped open, glowing an unnatural, piercing blue.
"So be it, my daughter," he muttered darkly, his voice a low tremble—like th ...
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