once vibrant banter and tunes were now muted, replaced by a palpable tension that hinted at a lurking storm.

"Is that… Twilight Tyrant?" Baruch's voice, laden with dread, shattered the silence. His gaze was irresistibly drawn upwards, not to the once-dancing stars, but to a colossal figure looming ominously above. This monstrous silhouette, sprawling across the expanse of the night sky, seemed poised to devour the heavens themselves—a grim prelude to the nightmare that haunted Baruch’s darkest fears.

 

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