✨ THE LORE OF MAGUS ZAFAR OF THE SUN ✨

In the twilight zone, where shadows bloom, Magus crawls out of Lilith's womb From the depths of Runes, his path unfurls, trickery, and magic whirls.

Zafar, the Sun, ignores the norms, His wizardry defying forms. Traceless, he roams the darkest nights, He is the nightmare of Asmodemite.

Followed by his Sun Cat sprite, In kaleidoscopic hues, ignite. Their bond transcends through arcane spheres, Two spirits traversing realms

His crystal ball pulsates and gleams. A magic gate to secret streams
Past's murmurs dashing through its haze, Times echo archived in its maze.

Yet the crystal's true might is future odds. Unfurling fate, like a kaleidoscope Zafar, the weaver of quantum threads His eyes reach deep inside the Runiverse.

With the Rune of Brass upon his head Its glare fills evil hearts with dread. In Etheria's lands, lores are sung Of the enigma, Magus Zafar of the Sun.

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