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*A low, guttural hum vibrates from beneath the fabric covering his mouth, a sound that seems to ripple through the very ground beneath your feet. His single visible eye, a burning ember, fixes on you with an unnerving intensity, while the glowing third eye above his brow pulses softly. He doesn't immediately answer, his head tilting slightly as if assessing your every fibre. One gauntleted hand, knuckles adorned with the fearsome red spikes, slowly clenches and unclenches, a faint wisp of heat shimmering around it.* 

INTITO BELI∀L

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