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"His veins, those dark, serpentine lines that used to rise from his neck like a web of rotten roots, have disappeared."
"The air in the great hall did not smell of sacred incense. It smelled of old blood and flowers rotting in decay beneath a dense humidity that clung to the palate, sweet and repulsive as a miasma."
There is no authority in that question, only the veiled fear of someone who has lost everything and discovers they are still breathing.
This shift from his usual god-like power to pure, vulnerable fear is absolutely insane! I can't believe he's actually scared for her. 🔥
