[ You feel a chill run down your spine, dear cousin. And there's a distant rumble of thunder... although the weather's quite pleasant, isn't it?
Except if you look to the direction of the thunder, you'll see a figure approaching. It's your cousin! Except he's wearing a red-and-gold robe fit for a warlock with green gems pinned in the breast and sleeves.
...And his eyes are a bright gold, and it feels like their stare could cut through the darkness of the void itself. ]
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Except if you look to the direction of the thunder, you'll see a figure approaching. It's your cousin! Except he's wearing a red-and-gold robe fit for a warlock with green gems pinned in the breast and sleeves.
...And his eyes are a bright gold, and it feels like their stare could cut through the darkness of the void itself. ]
Wakahisa Noriko.