W.I.L.D.
“Now… we prepare. The next wave will not be a mere taste. No. This time, they will know despair. They will see the futility of resistance. Every trap, every illusion, every shadow—they will feel it all. And I will watch.”
The Master’s eyes swept across the trembling subordinates. “They thrive because of bonds, because of love. Connections that shield them, that make them stronger than any shadow I can conjure.” He paused, voice curling like smoke, almost savoring the words. “But all bonds have cracks, do they not? Weak points… moments where the heart falters. That… that is where I will strike.”
A smaller subordinate shivered. “Strike at… the bonds, sir?”
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