His voice was a vicious snarl as he slung his hand to the side. Blood on the white curtains.
"Do you not think that you haven't taken my hand? We have stood in this room a thousand times as the Wheel has turned. You have taken my hand across a thousand turnings and the infinite Mirrors of the Wheel!"
He gestured grandiosely. His voice filled with a fiery passion
"Do you want your life to end in this room, again and again, until Time dies and Shaitan is victorious? Stand by my side! Take my hand and stand with me once I slay Time itself!"
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"Do you not think that you haven't taken my hand? We have stood in this room a thousand times as the Wheel has turned. You have taken my hand across a thousand turnings and the infinite Mirrors of the Wheel!"
He gestured grandiosely. His voice filled with a fiery passion
"Do you want your life to end in this room, again and again, until Time dies and Shaitan is victorious? Stand by my side! Take my hand and stand with me once I slay Time itself!"
With a deep breath, he stretched out his hand.
"Take my hand."