In the depths of a foreboding abyss, Sultan stumbled, his vision blurring like a fading ember. His heart raced with a terror that threatened to consume him whole. The darkness surrounding him was palpable, a living entity that suffocated him with its crushing grip. The faint, eerie glow cast an unholy light on his face, illuminating the anguish etched on his features.The chains that bound him glimmered with a malevolent light, their cold, unyielding links digging into his flesh like icy fingers. His breaths came in ragged gasps, each one a desperate plea for escape from the clutches of the abyss. And then, a presence emerged from the void, its face shrouded in shadows that seemed to writhe like living darkness."I am Death," it whispered, its voice a haunting echo that resonated through Sultan's very soul. Panic surged through him like a raging torrent, threatening to engulf him in its depths. His instincts screamed at him to flee, but the chains held him fast, unyielding and merc

Sultan awoke in the hospital, the pungent smell of antiseptic filling his nostrils. He groggily lifted his head, his gaze darting around the unfamiliar surroundings. His body felt heavy, as if the weight of reality pressed down on him, lying on the cold, hard operating table. He blinked, his vision clearing to reveal the harsh overhead lights of the surgery room, their brightness piercing through his eyes like a thousand needles. “Ouch!” He winced, squinting against the light. Then, his eyes snapped open wide, and he was met with a shocking sight. His irises, once a dark, unremarkable brown, now glowed with an eerie, luminous purple, like two amethysts radiating an otherworldly energy. The color radiated in a circular pattern, almost hypnotic, against the backdrop of his otherwise normal eyes, which seemed to stare back at him with a newfound intensity. Sultan gasped deeply, the rush of air into his lungs feeling like the first breath he had ever taken, filling him with a sense

Sultan recognized him instantly, memories flashing before his eyes like a rapid-fire slideshow. Days spent as Sultan Armstrong, poor and struggling, working at a restaurant where Emmet had once forgotten his gold W card. The humiliation and anger of living poor came flooding back, but Sultan's smile never wavered. He stretched out a hand, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and said, "Oh, yeah Emmett Watson," his voice calm and serene. "It's good to see you again."As he spoke, he took a step forward, his movements fluid and graceful. Emmett's eyes widened, his face pale, as he took a step back, his hands raised in a defensive gesture.Mrs. Watson stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on Emmett's arm, her eyes scanning Sultan's face for any signs of distress. "He just went through surgery," she said, her voice soft with concern, her brow furrowed in worry. "But he doesn't seem like someone who just underwent surgery." Her gaze lingered on Sultan's face, searching for any hint of w

The argument escalated, voices overlapping in a cacophony of accusations and defenses, the room echoing with the intensity of their words. "You have no right to speak of lies!" The Hermit's voice cut through the noise, his eyes flashing with indignation, and his finger pointing accusingly at the Devil."You thrive on deceit, you devil," he continued, his voice steady and firm, "and that's why you are the devil!" He spat out the words, his lips twisted in disgust, and his face set in a stern mask."At least I don't hide behind false pretenses," the Devil shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm, and his eyes glinting with mischief. He leaned back in his chair, a sly smile spreading across his face, and his hands steepled together in a mocking gesture. "What are you afraid of? That I'll uncover your true intentions and maybe... try to steal something?" He raised an eyebrow, his gaze piercing and provocative.The Magician raised his hand, attempting to restore order, his palm facing

Sultan Armstrong sank into the plush armchair in the grand living room of the Watson estate, his weary eyes scanning the opulent space. After a long, arduous trek with Lugard, they had finally arrived at the estate, and the extravagant furnishings and heavy drapes seemed almost comically luxurious to him. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, earning curious glances from the Watson family, who had gathered to discuss his unexpected presence in their lives. They sat in silence, their faces a picture of confusion and concern, as they tried to process the events that had unfolded.Mr. Watson, a tall man with graying hair and a stern expression, broke the silence first. His bushy eyebrows furrowed as he spoke, "You... You..., we need to understand why you pretended to be Emmett. This is a serious matter."Sultan, grinning widely, shrugged his shoulders, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, you see, it wasn't exactly a plan. More of a happy accident." He let out a hearty laugh, the sound