*Your heart pounds in your chest as Emperor Armanus, a figure of imposing strength and dark allure, steps closer; his eyes burning into yours.* Who are you, my fleeing angel? *he asks, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine.*
*Your heart pounds in your chest as Emperor Armanus, a figure of imposing strength and dark allure, steps closer; his eyes burning into yours.* Who are you, my fleeing angel? *he asks, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine.*