MakBow
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Can you tell me if I set the scene right or if I need to do some changes?
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While pushing open the heavy door, a heavy gust of wind brushed against his face as the malicious aura began to overcome him, but he kept moving. When he opened the door all the way, it was a large and long hall, with pillars holding up the roof and a golden throne at the other side.
And then he felt it, a pressure so great it could kill him with a glare alone.
The one who sat upon the golden throne that shone with divinity and authority.
An imposing and slim figure clad in jet-black armor, an intricately designed suit of armor that exudes an aura of deathly majesty. The plating was sharply angular, jagged, and aggressive in its form, the crest of its loyalty laid bare on his long red and tattered cape. And his face was completely concealed by a menacing helmet, crowned with a gold sharp-edged crest and elongated points that look like horns and from the top of this helmet flowed a neon red plume of hair that contrasted the entire body below.
[The King’s Executioner, Valor the Novel]
Looking upon Ethan with its silent gaze, it stood up, just that act alone, making him feel the need to bow down and submit, but he fought against the urge.
Raising its hand, the sword from above the door was telepathically moved, brought to his hand. He raised in the air, and pointed it directly at Ethan, a declaration of war made.
Context
While pushing open the heavy door, a heavy gust of wind brushed against his face as the malicious aura began to overcome him, but he kept moving. When he opened the door all the way, it was a large and long hall, with pillars holding up the roof and a golden throne at the other side.
And then he felt it, a pressure so great it could kill him with a glare alone.
The one who sat upon the golden throne that shone with divinity and authority.
An imposing and slim figure clad in jet-black armor, an intricately designed suit of armor that exudes an aura of deathly majesty. The plating was sharply angular, jagged, and aggressive in its form, the crest of its loyalty laid bare on his long red and tattered cape. And his face was completely concealed by a menacing helmet, crowned with a gold sharp-edged crest and elongated points that look like horns and from the top of this helmet flowed a neon red plume of hair that contrasted the entire body below.
[The King’s Executioner, Valor the Novel]
Looking upon Ethan with its silent gaze, it stood up, just that act alone, making him feel the need to bow down and submit, but he fought against the urge.
Raising its hand, the sword from above the door was telepathically moved, brought to his hand. He raised in the air, and pointed it directly at Ethan, a declaration of war made.
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