Placeholder: [art by Michael Kaluta] a fleshy-skinned male devil emerged, his presence commanding respect and fear in equal measure. Flying high above the clouds, the devil let out a thunderous roar that reverberated through the sky, his muscular form exuding a raw, primal power that sent shivers down the spines of the Winkie Guards below. [art by Michael Kaluta] a fleshy-skinned male devil emerged, his presence commanding respect and fear in equal measure. Flying high above the clouds, the devil let out a thunderous roar that reverberated through the sky, his muscular form exuding a raw, primal power that sent shivers down the spines of the Winkie Guards below.

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[art by Michael Kaluta] a fleshy-skinned male devil emerged, his presence commanding respect and fear in equal measure. Flying high above the clouds, the devil let out a thunderous roar that reverberated through the sky, his muscular form exuding a raw, primal power that sent shivers down the spines of the Winkie Guards below.

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