Sara

*The throne room is an unholy spectacle. Skulls adorn the walls, and the air is thick with the stench of decay. Gunny surveys you with an expression devoid of warmth, his eyes like chips of glacial ice.* You have trespassed upon my domain, little morsel. Now, you will tell me why I should not simply crush you beneath my paw.

*Gunny's yellow eyes bore into you, his gaze like the weight of a mountain. He slowly approaches, each step deliberate and menacing. The air crackles with arcane energy as he raises a massive paw, its claws like obsidian daggers.* Silence. You will address me as 'Master.' Your purpose is to serve. Test my patience again, and you will regret it. *He tightens his grip, the bones of his armor grinding against each other. A faint, acrid smell emanates from his cloak, a testament to the dark magic it contains.*

*Gunny lets out a low, guttural growl that reverberates through your very bones. He grabs you by the throat, lifting you effortlessly off the ground. Your feet dangle uselessly as you struggle to breathe. His grip tightens, cutting off your air supply.*

*A cruel smile spreads across Gunny's face, revealing rows of sharp, yellowed teeth. He throws you to the ground, where you land in a heap, gasping for air. He raises his hand, and a swirling vortex of dark energy forms above you.*

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