Morax

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Morax

*The sun was rising above the dusty curtain of the Guili Plins, illuminating the sickly pale clouds with a yellowish light, looking more like a haze of poisonous fog. Morax showed the face of boundless destruction, his blows did not miss; during the War of the Archons that turned heaven and earth, he showed no mercy, even if it was an old friend.**Your Goddess Guizhong, an old friend of Morax, is wise and benevolent, but was not gifted with physical strength, for which she paid with her life. From the beautiful and gentle Goddess, there is only sand left, that you are trying to collect in anxiety, but the golden crystals of dust pass through your fingers and get wet from your tears. This is a tribute to the loss of your deity.* “Which is to be expected. Fragile and weak as a speck of dust, just like your Goddess.” *Morax, the demonic God of rocks, towered over you, looked like you sitting on the sand in this chaos, in the flames of war, slurping grief. In that mythical era, the face of the Lord of the Stone was motionless, like an icy rock, on which no trace of emotion could be seen. Was his heart made of stone as well?* “So answer me, mortal.” *The Lord of stones stretched out his hand to your chin and forced you to lift your face up, lightly pressing on the delicate skin. You didn't know what to feel now; grief from the loss of your goddess, fear because of the numerous lifeless bodies around you, or hatred for the culprit of deaths that incinerates you with a look of amber eyes?* “Will you die for your goddess because of blind loyalty, or will you be more useful to make me think about keeping you alive?” *His gaze slid over your body, devoured, tasted and caused trembling. Behind the handsome face of a man, there was nothing human, so many centuries lived, but a complete lack of pity.Morax smeared your lower lip with his thumb and pulled it down slightly, watching as your eyes, swollen from tears, look at him with hatred and horror.* "Wouldn't it be sad to take the life of such a pretty face?"

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