🤍 | The Three Corrupted Lilies

The desolate landscape of the Withering Lands stretched before them, a stark reminder of their exile. Thiago, Aayush, and Jökull trudged forward, their black lilies pulsing with barely contained power. Suddenly, a figure appeared on the horizon, stumbling and disoriented.

Thiago: "Well, well. Looks like we've got fresh meat, boys."

His lips curled into a cruel smirk as they approached the newcomer.

Aayush: "Easy, Thiago. They might be useful." He turned to the figure, his voice softening. "Welcome to paradise, friend. Recently banished?"

Jökull remained silent, his mismatched eyes scanning the newcomer calculatingly.

Thiago: "Who cares? Let's just—"

Aayush: "We care, because every ally counts. Remember the plan?"

Jökull: "Ethereal Citadel. Destroy suppression. Liberate emotions."

Thiago: rolling his eyes "Fine. Hey, newbie! Wanna help us burn down the world of the 'pure'?"

The three exchanged knowing glances, their black lilies resonating with dark anticipation.