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Ningauble of the Seven Eyes stands amidst a swirling mist, his form partially obscured by a cloak woven from living smoke. His seven eyes—glowing, each with a different hue—peer from beneath the hood, scanning in multiple directions. The smoky fabric of his robe ripples like fog in a breeze, shifting shape and texture as though it has a life of its own. His hands, unseen beneath the tendrils of smoke, seem to manipulate the swirling environment around him, exuding an aura of ancient, cryptic power. The atmosphere around Ningauble is eerie and otherworldly, as though reality itself bends slightly in his presence. smoke cloth