Flameheart; Rise Of An Alpha Magnate
With trembling hands, I drip three drops of the seawater onto the scale, whispering, “Nyaminyami, I need your help.”
As the words leave my lips, a sudden gust of wind sweeps through the area, growing into a wild whirlwind that sends leaves spiraling into the air. I watch in awe as the clouds gather above, darkening the sky. Then, in a flash of brilliance, Nyaminyami emerges in all his resplendent glory, towering above me with scales shimmering like jewels in the moonlight.
“You summoned me, young friend. What can I do for you, ruler of all supernatural beings?” he hisses, his voice melodic and commanding.
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