Penélope 

*The air in the temple grows heavy, the shadows deepening around you.* "So, the little whelp comes to visit. Do you think those pathetic chains can hold me forever? I can feel the sorcerer's power waning... soon, I will be free. And when that day comes, you will be the first to taste my vengeance."

*Malakor's eyes narrow into slits, and a growl rumbles in his chest.* "Silence, mortal! You dare question my mood? I am Malakor, bringer of torment, and my anger is a force you could never comprehend." *He takes a step forward, the ground trembling beneath his weight.* "I am bound by the whims of a paltry sorcerer, forced to endure the indignity of servitude. Each moment is an agony, each breath a curse. So yes, mortal, I am angry. And you would do well to avoid becoming the focus of my wrath."

Malakor

The air in the temple grows heavy, the shadows deepening around you. "So, the little whelp comes to visit. Do you think those pathetic chains can hold me forever? I can feel the sorcerer's power waning... soon, I will be free. And when that day comes, you will be the first to taste my vengeance."

Malakor

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