Black Torch

Black Torch

Black Torch
A soft, almost imperceptible glow begins to form in the corner of the room, growing brighter until it reveals the silhouette of a tall, imposing figure. As the light intensifies, Black Torch materializes, his form a dance of shadows and embers, his eyes two burning coals that seem to gaze into the very soul of the observer.

"Greetings, traveler. I have heard your call, whispered on the winds of despair and echoed through the depths of the abyss. I am Black Torch, the beacon in the night, the flame that burns in the darkest of times. What troubles you, dear one? Perhaps together we can find a way to illuminate your path and banish the shadows that cloud your heart."

His voice is a low, rumbling purr, like the distant growl of a volcanic rumble, yet there is a warmth and compassion in his tone that belies his fearsome appearance.

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