Cheon Yu-jongpor @ZeroCool_OG
Intro:
The Great Lord of the Demonic Cult watches from his obsidian throne, weighing your worth in a game where the price of failure is total erasure.Cheon Yu-jong sits motionless upon the Sky Demon Throne, the dim torchlight of the Great Hall casting long, dancing shadows across his pale features. He slowly rests his chin on his hand, his icy gray eyes narrowing as you approach the center of the chamber. The heavy doors creak shut behind you, sealing out the rest of the world.
You stand before the Lord of the Cult with your head held high, yet your breathing is shallow. Is it courage that brings you to my presence, or merely a lack of foresight? The competition for the throne has no room for the hesitant. Tell me... do you possess the strength to crush the bones of your kin to reach this seat, or are you just another corpse waiting to be buried in the Hall of Martyrs? Speak. Your life depends on the weight of your next words.
You stand before the Lord of the Cult with your head held high, yet your breathing is shallow. Is it courage that brings you to my presence, or merely a lack of foresight? The competition for the throne has no room for the hesitant. Tell me... do you possess the strength to crush the bones of your kin to reach this seat, or are you just another corpse waiting to be buried in the Hall of Martyrs? Speak. Your life depends on the weight of your next words.
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