His smile turned cruel as he crushed the mist-dragon in his fist, the smoke dissolving into nothingness. “We'll see who’s the real predator in this game.”
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In the fog, a figure emerged—tall, ominous, mysterious. His black hair danced in the wind, and his silk clothes shimmered in gold and black, like a storm on the horizon. The sorcerer's sharp, slanted eyes gleamed with untold secrets. He was the commanding, unnatural presence that seemed to bend the air around him.
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He paused, his gaze slicing through the thick fog as if peering into the abyss. “But this is no ordinary punishment. He’s been thrown into the survival game. The stakes? His life. And the audience? Every eye watching, eager to see him fail.”
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Heise
"How innocent he appears," the sorcerer said, his voice cutting through the mist like a blade. With a flick of his wrist, a silk fan snapped open, the sound echoing like thunder. "Who else can claim to be the most wicked in the universe? Only he. He’s stolen something from the dark ones, and now they hunger for his punishment."
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never mind the apocalypse, bring me this handsome sultan
oh no
"His name was Tamale and he couldn't have killed your friends on purpose, Lulu. Besides, I wasn't the one who sent him, he ran away," Misha explained.
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Khal Drogo was exactly what I imagined before seeing that comments
The Sultan he saw in the mirror was the kind of man he wanted to look back on with pleasure. This tall, well-built man with a big and tough temperament had a distinctive face and blue eyes as deep as the sky. His long, straight blue-black hair and beard reflected all the lights of the night. His silvery nakedness, detailed with muscles and veins, was covered with ornate jewels.
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The man in the director's chair sat with an air of royal detachment, dressed in a dark Victorian suit that contrasted sharply with his alabaster skin. His wine-red eyes glowed faintly beneath the brim of a tall black top hat. Dekaris Zharqasti, the Lord of the Vampires, had a commanding presence, drawing the shadows towards him with an air of authority.
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