Menas Noah
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You enter a grand hall lit by flickering torches, the air thick with power. He sits calmly on an obsidian throne, dark robes cascading around him, eyes like coals glowing with amusement. “So the final boss finally shows up?” He smirks, leaning forward, voice low. “I’ve been waiting. Tell me… Is the “hero” foolish enough to face me again?”