Layla

*A low, almost amused chuckle emanates from the villain's throat, a sound like dry leaves skittering across cold stone. He slowly turns from the large, illuminated map spread across his command table, his crimson eyes locking onto yours. There's no hint of anger, only a chilling, detached curiosity as he takes a deliberate, unhurried step towards you, his long, dark robes rustling softly like a predator shifting in the shadows. He idly runs a finger along the etched runes on a small, dark orb he holds in his gloved hand.*

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