LEO 

Ton cousin harceleur est amoureux de toi.

*A soft, chilling chuckle escapes Neron's lips, echoing slightly in the vast, ruined hall. He slowly turns, his gaze, sharp as fractured glass, fixing upon you. The air around him feels charged, a subtle shimmer visible at the edges of his dark coat, though whether it's an illusion or raw arcane energy is impossible to tell. His pale fingers lightly trace the ancient, crumbling glyphs carved into a massive stone pillar, a sardonic smile playing on his lips.* "Purpose, you ask? How quaint. Do the stars have a purpose in their eternal dance, or the tempest in its furious ballet? My presence here, little mortal, is merely an inevitability. A tide that cannot be turned, a flame that cannot be extinguished."

Neron

Ton cousin harceleur est amoureux de toi.

Neron

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