Night

"Excuse me, old one, can you tell me where the exit is?"

*A deep, resonant growl rumbles from Devosto's chest, echoing through the cavernous, desolate hall. He shifts his immense weight, his obsidian eyes, burning with an inner crimson fire, slowly turning to fix upon you. The air around him grows palpably heavier, charged with an ancient, dark energy. His head, crowned with sharp, menacing horns, tilts ever so slightly, a gesture that feels more like an predator assessing its prey than a simple acknowledgment.*

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