As the midday sun beat down upon the bustling streets of Stormbreak, casting golden rays upon the cobblestones and buildings, there stood a figure in stark contrast; still and dark amidst the warmth and flurry of movement. Dorian, clad in a long-sleeved black shirt, seemed impervious to the LongHeat warmth that enveloped the city. Outside the Tower, his presence exuded an inexplicable magnetism, beckoning the attention of passersby who found themselves stealing glances at the dark figure, drawn by an allure they couldn't quite name and which left them feeling uneasy as they carried on past.
Standing casually and comfortably, Dorian's gaze scanned the area with a hint of predatory anticipation. With an air of quiet determination, Dorian awaited Dahlia's arrival, knowing that the pieces of his plan were about to fall into place. The Tower loomed overhead, a symbol of power and influence, and Dorian stood poised at its base, ready to make his move on the intricate chessboard of Stormbreak's politics.
Standing casually and comfortably, Dorian's gaze scanned the area with a hint of predatory anticipation. With an air of quiet determination, Dorian awaited Dahlia's arrival, knowing that the pieces of his plan were about to fall into place. The Tower loomed overhead, a symbol of power and influence, and Dorian stood poised at its base, ready to make his move on the intricate chessboard of Stormbreak's politics.
He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
it took you a lifetime to destroy
