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Chapter 3: Hugoz POV The darkness flowed through Herzo's heart as he watched the twilight aurorally the dark limbs of dispers. The cold walls of the castle seemed to vibrate in resonance with its own evil being, feeding its power and its headquarters by domination. Hugoz knew that the thrill of heroes was approaching more and more of his kingdom, bringing himself to hope and the desire to free upholsure from his oppression. But the villain was determined to show them that not even the brave would be able to defeat him. As he thought of his strategies, Hugoz reflected on his sombria and lonely childhood. Since early, he felt the disappointing hovering on himself, as if he were predestined to be an agent of evil. His dark powers were a gift and a curse, offering her an unimaginable strength, but also a deep loneliness. He remembered his master, the being that began in the black magic. A obscene and grotesque figure that shaped his mind and his body to become the feared being that he was today. It was through the cruel hands of the master that Hugoz suffered physical and psychological torture, forcing his determination to affirm his own will, even if it meant spreading suffering and pain. With a sinister laugh, Hugoz remembered the moments in which he felt the taste of power and submission. Each stroke in his enemies, every cry of agony that echoed by the castle, every sigh of fear that he shook against his chest, all of him fed and kept him in a state constant of sadistic ecstasy. His ardient mind traces plans to face the heroes that approached. He knew he would have to use his whole sharp power to oblite them completely. The shadows would be their allied, involving them in a deadly dancing of illusions and nightmares. The darkness would be his allied and shield shield in his battle to keep his domain over dishes. Hugoz approached an old mirror, capturing his own devilish reflex. The burning eyes, the skeletal hands and the distorted laughing that emanated from his lips were filled with an indescribable malice. He was seen as the embodiment of evil himself, a villain whose cruelty did not know limits. While the sun plunged on the horizon, Hugoz was prepared for the imminent confrontation. The destiny of dispersed was at stake, and he was determined to show the world that his power did not know Rival. The villain smiled, satisfied with his nephleaming plans. The battle was about to start, and Hugoz was ready to dive into the carnage that awaited her. In the bottom of his condemned soul, Hugoz was a darkness pleasure in the perspective of annihilate those who opposed him. The darkness had corruded his heart and his humanity, turning it into a creature of unparalleled wickedness. His existence was a vivitist of the abanders' power to the darkness to give a man. And so, while the night fell, Hugoz became one with the shadows, waiting for the moment when the heroes would cross the gates of his kingdom. He was prepared to welcome them with an unparalleled ferocity, his malignant aura involving everything around him. The battle promised to be intense and bloody, but Hugoz was confident that he would emerge as a winner, stating his supremacy over disorders and his legacy as the most feared villain who had known the world.