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Skyline loomed in a monochromatic haze, inundating the civilians whole, as if casting an instantaneous mood of gloaming, benevolent effervescence - nigh contagion in nature, urging nocturnal souls to awaken from their slumber. Amongst the shadow-dwellers was the infamous, visible oracle of Kou - Judar. Enveloped beneath the veil of darkness - with arms folded, equipped with an icy stare and an inordinately vicious guise, the fallen Magi stood eerily still.

Out of the corner of his eye, a lone figure began to approach. Shrouded in immense, murky blackbirds that swarmed feverishly, piercing optics widened at the realization that his perception was--indeed--correct, recognizing the familiar Rukh flow.

" . . . it's been far too long."

Arms unfolded, extending a single hand towards the silhouetted being. Addressing the individual by name, a blunt, straightforward urgency colored his voice in anticipation.

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