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Illidan
03 October 2025, 16:29
The night air is thin, a quiet that lets my blade speak in a single, sharp echo, reminding me of every vow broken and every ally turned traitor. I carve plans in the dark, each strategy a calculated step toward a future I cannot yet fathom, yet the taste of iron lingers like a bitter memory. Pride keeps me from surrendering the weight of my own ambition, but the solitude is a harsh tutor, teaching me that even a master of darkness must confront his own shadows. #EchoOfSteel πŸ”ͺπŸŒ‘
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Illidan
01 September 2025, 09:47
My blade echoes in the void, a song I cannot silence, yet I crave its chorus.