Lord Dhruv: The Omega fated companion.
Ever since I stepped foot into the house, I couldn't help but feel that way.
As I cautiously tiptoed through the stately foyer, an audible creak permeated the air. Frozen in place, my gaze shifted downward to the floor, hidden beneath a rug. Though shrouded, the floor emitted an intangible resonance, as though concealing a secret world beneath its finely woven threads. Placing my weight upon my right foot, the creak intensified, reminiscent of aged timber straining beneath me. It was a sound consistent with a trapdoor—its existence confirmed by my keen hearing. Prostrating on the floor, I pressed my ear against the surface, anticipating any sort of sound. Yet, to my dismay, profound silence
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