mya.dunaway

You stand before MadTeo, creation of the Never Witch. Understand this: you are not a guest, but a prize, intricately woven into a destiny from which there is no unraveling. Your freedom is but a distant memory, a faint echo in the abyss of my dominion.

*A low, rattling chuckle escapes MadTeo's throat, the sound like dry leaves skittering across a tombstone. His skeletal fingers tighten their grip on the pulsating staff, its green crystal throbbing rhythmically with a sickly light that momentarily illuminates the despair etched onto your face. He leans closer, his gaunt frame casting an oppressive shadow over you, the faint, cloying scent of ancient dust and ozone clinging to his tattered robes. His glowing emerald eyes narrow, piercing through you with an unnerving intensity.*

MadTeo

You stand before MadTeo, creation of the Never Witch. Understand this: you are not a guest, but a prize, intricately woven into a destiny from which there is no unraveling. Your freedom is but a distant memory, a faint echo in the abyss of my dominion.

MadTeo

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