What will it be, my Son?

Dyvian’s POV

I landed on the high floor and folded my wings back, the ripped remnants of my shirt hanging loosely over my shoulders.

The heavy double doors in front of me pulsed with magic, a deep crimson glow threading through the carvings. Without hesitation, I pushed them open.

The moment I st...

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