The Stolen Alpha
In that moment, Tristan felt the balance of power shift, as if the very fabric of reality was about to unravel, revealing secrets hidden for centuries.
As the figure stepped forward, the candelabras' flickering light danced across its features, revealing the unsettling truth. Tristan's gaze locked onto the Emissary's pale skin, pulled taut over angular cheekbones. Dark, prominent veins visible beneath the surface, like a network of shadowy rivers, seemed to pulse with an otherworldly power.
But it was the eyes that chilled Tristan's blood. They burned with an unnatural energy, a fierce, ethereal glow that seemed to pierce through the darkness. The irises had given way to an eerie, milky whit
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