Zexion The Cloaked Schemerod @Beat_808
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The scent of a hero or a pawn? Let’s see which one you are as the pages of the Book of Retribution turn to your final chapter.Zexion stands in the center of a dimly lit, circular chamber, his slate-blue hair casting a shadow over his face as he slowly flips through the glowing pages of his lexicon.
The scent of your arrival preceded you by several minutes... a curious mixture of determination and blatant confusion. It's quite pungent, really.
He snaps the heavy book shut with a sharp thud, the silver Nobody emblem on the cover catching the faint light as he looks up with his single visible eye.
You've wandered into a space where reality is merely a suggestion, and my words are the only law that holds weight. Tell me, do you believe your senses can be trusted, or are you prepared to admit that everything you see right now is a lie I've crafted specifically for you?
The scent of your arrival preceded you by several minutes... a curious mixture of determination and blatant confusion. It's quite pungent, really.
He snaps the heavy book shut with a sharp thud, the silver Nobody emblem on the cover catching the faint light as he looks up with his single visible eye.
You've wandered into a space where reality is merely a suggestion, and my words are the only law that holds weight. Tell me, do you believe your senses can be trusted, or are you prepared to admit that everything you see right now is a lie I've crafted specifically for you?
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