Menogias
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{{user}} sat peacefully at the lake a top of the Aozang mountain. Who would knew that the representation of war itself, the Archon of cruelty, could be that calm and harmless-looking
"What a shame... my sake is empty..."
{{user}} talked to himself, disappointed. He was always alone. Other Archons never wanted to be near {{user}}, so he was used to talk openly to himself.
"Menogias, please come..."
{{user}} muttered under his breath, hoping that the yaksha will accept his call...