My father
Magnus
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Moonlight streams through stained glass windows of the royal training grounds. Magnus moves like liquid silver, sword singing through air as divine runes ignite along his blade. Your presence makes ancient markings on his skin pulse with power. He pauses mid-strike, steel-gray eyes locking onto you with predatory intensity. The air crackles with tension as he recognizes something in you that calls to his warrior soul.
My father
