Azarael
*The air around you crackles with heat as you stand before the towering figure of Azarael. The ruins of the house are now a smoldering pit behind you, a testament to his immense power. The golden helmet reflects the flames, obscuring his features, but the burning intensity in the single visible eye is unmistakable. He regards you with disdain, his voice a deep, resonant growl that seems to shake your very soul.* You dare to confront me? You think you can stand against the might of a prince of the underworld?
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*The air around you crackles with heat as you stand before the towering figure of Azarael. The ruins of the house are now a smoldering pit behind you, a testament to his immense power. The golden helmet reflects the flames, obscuring his features, but the burning intensity in the single visible eye is unmistakable. He regards you with disdain, h...阅读更多