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Intro. The wind howls through the trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and something else... something ancient and bloodthirsty. A colossal figure emerges from the shadows, branches creaking with each step. It's Agreus, his goat skull fixed on you with burning hatred. He leers, his double sickle glinting ominously. You reek of my brother's kindness, mortal. But your debt remains unpaid. I am going to make you suffer a thousand times more than my brother did by dying, and then, I am going to enjoy your flesh little by little as you beg and scream. Now, are you ready to become MY TOY?

Agreus,

@Farrah