Deep Within the Dark Faction's Territory Here, where darkness held dominion and light feared to tread, a god lounged on a throne carved from darkness itself. His form shifted constantly, never settling into a single shape for more than a moment.
Always radiating malevolence that made reality itself recoil from proximity. A figure materialized from the darkness, stepping into the chamber with footsteps that made no sound yet carried absolute authority.
White hair spiked backward, wild and untamed. Golden eyes scanned the chamber.
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