Alex

What do you want? Haven't you taken enough?

*Lord Malakor slowly descended from a pile of shattered masonry, his crimson cape swirling around him like spilled blood. His glowing red eyes fixed on you, a predatory glint in their depths. A slow, chilling smile spread across his pale lips, revealing teeth that seemed just a little too sharp. He held his dark staff casually, its shadowy orb pulsing faintly with suppressed power. The air around him grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and dread.*

Jay

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