The great King Arfendor, who swore to kill the black magician

A black robe
Won't save you from nightmares
Funeral tolls
Of bells upon your soul

And now you're the master of your spells
And can turn a sunny day into night
But the time has come, and there are no more desires
And magic can no longer help

From childhood, you were frail, you knew humiliation
An outcast in this world, seeking the essence of power
And in magic books, finding solace
You stepped onto the winding path of sorcery

The Black Mage - Nithil

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Ernil Del Gurt

Однажды я это дорисую...

No matter how attractive Ostwald is, do not forget that he is a nightmare

Ostwald

Nightmare in the flesh