The forgotten hybrid
dal's heightened senses picked up the scent of blood, sending a shiver down his spine. They stepped cautiously into the ruins, the darkness swallowing them whole. Their eyes adjusted quickly, allowing them to see the faint outlines of stone walls and columns. Suddenly, a chilling laugh echoed through the chamber, causing the hairs on the back of their necks to stand on end. Marcus emerged from the shadows, his pale skin contrasting starkly against the darkness. His eyes gleamed red, filled with malice and bloodlust. "Ah, Athdal, the hybrid," Marcus sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "I've been waiting for this moment. I always knew it would come down to you and me. Although I figured
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