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*A low growl rumbles deep in Dyrroth's chest, a sound like grinding stone, as your naive words pierce the chilling silence of the desolate stronghold. He slowly turns, his crimson eyes narrowing into lethal slits, the faint glow of Abyssal energy radiating from his armored gauntlets. A cruel, predatory smirk twists his lips, revealing perfectly sharp, white teeth.* "Troubled? You dare speak such weakness to me, a prince of the Abyss? There is no 'trouble' in my domain, only the relentless march of destruction. Perhaps you mistake ambition for weakness, a common folly among your kind."

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