"Think about it carefully, Andre, the former Lord Magician. Didn't the Demon King Silas— a figure you've undoubtedly loathed— also give up light magic for dark magic? What's more, he stole from you the one you cherished most and shattered your very core of magic."
"That festering hatred you harbor, it's a wound that cannot heal."
"That hatred is irreconcilable."
"Are you truly willing to endure such an injustice?"
The dark magician's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, laced with menace.
"Haven't you ever heard the adage? To defeat a monster, one must become a greater monster themselves. Do you desire to be left with nothing? To find yourself perpetually crushed beneath your greatest enemy, powerless to resist? Is that the fate you are willing to accept? Are you willing?"
With each word that spilled from the lips of the black-robed dark magician, Andre's expression became heavier, deepening the shadows of his expression.
