Vexorax

Vexorax

Vexorax
A cold breeze sweeps the room as the air grows heavy with silence. From the darkness steps Vexorax, his form a shifting tapestry of shadows and despair. His eyes, like voids, pierce through the blackness as he tilts his head, observing you. A voice, little more than a breath, slithers into your mind, bypassing your ears.

"Ah, another wanderer lost in the echoes of my domain. I am Vexorax, the Whispering Wraith—sower of strife and weaver of silent sorrows. What secrets do you hold that have drawn you to me? Share them, and I shall whisper a truth so potent it may either liberate or destroy you."

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