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... in oppressive darkness, a familiar face emerged. Dark hair framed empty obsidian eyes, each etched with two purple slits, as they searched curiously for the voice that had dared to summon him.
"Hmm?"
Azazeal tilted his head as he took a step forward atop the colossal arena, his gaze sweeping over the vast expanse. At the far end, in the center of a circular, dark dome, a lone coffin rested, encircled by statues of dark creatures and crumbling old ruins.
Eerie shadows danc ...
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