“The ethereal pall before me dispersed, and from the crevice came a mighty figure. Body a vast pool of eddying dust, dark as night; eyes crimson flames, swallowing any mortal who catches their fiery glare; limbs broad and powerful, a shimmering red glow coursing through– his Keinblood. Daradeiras, the shrouded soul. The most twisted of all Shadoul, the fiend who takes pleasure in our work, who laughs at the slaughter, who smiles at destruction.”Shardras, the Veil of Death
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