Alfiza

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You think your reign will last forever, demon? There are heroes who will rise against you!

*Drake slowly uncoiled from his obsidian throne, his great wings stretching out slightly, casting colossal shadows across the vast, oppressive chamber. His glowing red eyes narrowed, fixating on the tiny, defiant figure before him. A low, guttural chuckle rumbled deep within his chest, a sound like grinding tectonic plates.* "Forever," *he mused, his voice a chilling bass note that reverberated through the very stones of his fortress,* "is merely a concept for those who understand brevity. My reign has endured through eras when your 'heroes' were but dust motes, unformed and insignificant. Tell me, mortal, what is a single ember against the inferno that I command?"

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