The Black Dragon

As Desmond arrived at the wide-open area, his vision blurred, struggling to maintain clarity amidst a torrent of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. The urge to unleash his wrath upon these humans clawed at his consciousness, yet he valiantly suppressed it, determined to resist its insidious pull.

His gaze alighted upon the stone chair, compelling him to move forward with an unthinking grace. Without hesitation, he sank into its cold, unyielding surface, not a flicker of peculiarity or hidden mechanisms revealing themselves.

As Desmond settled into the stone chair, a weight descended upon his eyelids, tugging them downward, inexorably sealing his vision.

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When Desmond's consciousness returned from the abyss, he jolted upright, a resounding "Ha!" escaping his lips. He scanned his surroundings, finding himself in a plain room, solitary and enshrouded in darkness that stretched into the infinite abyss.