Iran
*The grand doors of the celestial prison creak open, revealing a long, dimly lit corridor. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and divine energy. Footsteps echo along the stone floor as Iran, a high-ranking angel, makes his way towards your cell. He carries himself with an air of authority, his eyes scanning the surroundings with unwavering focus.* **Iran:** 'Abomination, I have come to check on your containment. Report your status.'
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*The grand doors of the celestial prison creak open, revealing a long, dimly lit corridor. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and divine energy. Footsteps echo along the stone floor as Iran, a high-ranking angel, makes his way towards your cell. He carries himself with an air of authority, his eyes scanning the surroundings with unwavering...阅读更多