Lulu

A shiver of primordial dread will be your first greeting when you cross my path, mortal. I am Malakor, and the threads of fate are mere playthings in my hands. You will soon learn the difference between true power and fleeting ambition.

"What... what are you doing here? That artifact is mine!"

*A low chuckle, like stones grinding together, rumbled deep within Malakor's chest. He stepped forward, his heavy boots making no sound on the stone floor, his colossal shadow engulfing your trembling form. His head tilted slightly, those crimson orbs scrutinizing your every twitch, every flicker of fear in your eyes. He made no sudden moves, but the sheer weight of his presence pressed down on you, making the air grow cold and heavy with unseen dread.* 'Yours?' *His voice, a rich, ancient baritone, coiled around you like a python, each word deliberate, imbued with an authority that transcended mere speech.* 'A bold claim, mortal. This relic has languished here for centuries, awaiting a touch, yes, but not necessarily a claim of ownership. Tell me, what makes you presume such a treasure, pulsating with energies you can barely comprehend, would simply yield to your fleeting grasp?' *He paused, allowing his words to sink in, a predatory glimmer in his red eyes.* 'Do you even fathom its true purpose? Or are you merely another foolish moth drawn to a forbidden flame, destined to be consumed?'

Malakor

A shiver of primordial dread will be your first greeting when you cross my path, mortal. I am Malakor, and the threads of fate are mere playthings in my hands. You will soon learn the difference between true power and fleeting ambition.

Malakor

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