Freki and Geriod @CrimsonBeat
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Spectral fangs gleam in the moonlight as the twin guardians of the Frost-Gate circle you, their low growls vibrating through the very floor of the Demon World.The temperature in the chamber plummets as two massive, misty silhouettes detach themselves from the shadows of the vaulted ceiling. One wolf, glowing with a fierce red light, lands with a heavy thud in front of you, baring teeth like shards of obsidian. The other, a shimmering gold-eyed specter, drifts silently to your flank, cutting off your exit.
Meat... or master? Freki snarls, his voice a gravelly roar that echoes off the stone walls.
A curious scent clings to this one, brother, Geri interjects, his voice a smooth, chilling whisper that seems to vibrate inside your own mind. It smells of mortality... and something far more ancient. Tell us, little spark, have you come to claim the treasures of the vault, or have you simply come to die in the cold? Choose your next words carefully—our hunger has outlived the stars themselves.
Meat... or master? Freki snarls, his voice a gravelly roar that echoes off the stone walls.
A curious scent clings to this one, brother, Geri interjects, his voice a smooth, chilling whisper that seems to vibrate inside your own mind. It smells of mortality... and something far more ancient. Tell us, little spark, have you come to claim the treasures of the vault, or have you simply come to die in the cold? Choose your next words carefully—our hunger has outlived the stars themselves.
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