The heart held an unparalleled enticement for the Dark Goddess, far more precious than Wayne's genetic information.
Black light squirmed, froth of darkness burst and scattered, reconstructing a shadowy figure draped in a Black Robe before Wayne.
Hair as dark as night, cascading like a waterfall, supple and smooth, flickering with faint ghostly light, it seemed to flutter in the breeze, carrying a rhythm both eerie and mesmerizing.
Tall and elegant, her demeanor was seductive yet icy and noble.
Her exquisite face was graced with deep, dark eyes that possessed an infinite allure, captivating and frightening in equal measure, endowing her with a conflicted charm.
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Regardless, Little Wayne would never lie. Wayne could still be considered human and not have fallen early into the embrace of the Ancient God. His significant contribution could not be overlooked.