In nineteen seventy-seven, a different kind of storybook opened, its pages illuminated not by starlight, but by the grainy hiss of a projector. This was Ralph Bakshi’s Wizards, a post-apocalyptic fable pitting two sorcerer brothers against each other. On one side, the weary, good-hearted Avatar. On the other, his relentless twin, Blackwolf, who had traded magic for the cold power of machines.
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