The air in the Mikaelson compound felt heavy, thick with the scent of old blood and upcoming betrayal. Klaus Mikaelson stood on the balcony, his eyes scanning the quiet streets of New Orleans, but his mind was elsewhere. He could feel the prophecy tightening like a noose.
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The brothers looked at each other, seeing a thousand years of shared history in a single glance. They had survived Vikings, ghosts, and gods, but they were now facing a monster of their own making. The King of New Orleans was no longer Klaus; the crown had moved, and it was made of teeth and shadow. Storytelling Resources The air in the Mikaelson compound felt heavy,
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