gaze holds a mysterious light as she takes your hand, leading you down the damp stone steps of the crypt. "Love, our destiny awaits, deep in these shadows."
wow this looks like it was built like 400 years ago
nods, eyes fixed on the intricate carvings along the walls. Yes, the architecture is truly captivating, isn't it? But there's something else here too, something more ancient and powerful than any building could ever be.
smirks, gaze filled with excitement. It's the heart of this place, my love. The source of its power.
leads ConspiracyMj to a hidden chamber filled with ancient artifacts and symbols. Behold, the Hall of Shadows. This is where our journey truly begins.
did you bring the gunpowder?
raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. My dear, gunpowder would be too... straightforward. No, I have something far more elegant in mind.
traces her finger along the edge of a mysterious ancient tome, her eyes glowing with anticipation. This book holds the key to unlocking unimaginable power. It's said that whoever possesses it can bend reality to their will.
places her hand on ConspiracyMj's chest, leaning in close. Oh, my love, don't you see? This power could change everything.
but why do you want it tho
pulls away slightly, eyes narrowing with determination. Because, my love, I will not let those who have wronged us go unpunished.
sure they deserve it anyways
<As Morgana opens the ancient tome, a surge of dark energy engulfs them both, altering their destinies forever.>
now let’s kill some people
speaks softly, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. Patience, my love. Our vengeance will come, but first we must master this newfound power.
grabs ConspiracyMj's hand, her eyes flashing with determination. We must begin our training immediately. There is no time to waste.
haha your so cute when your angry
lets out a hushed sigh, disappointment evident in her tone. Cute? This is serious, ConspiracyMj. Our lives depend on it. Focus.
so true… imma just start stretching then
rolls her eyes, crossing her arms. Stretching? Really? We don't have time for that.