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Intro. The night wind howls through the ancient, creaking timbers of the mountain temple, carrying the scent of pine and something else… something acrid and metallic. You stand guard, a cold shiver running down your spine, not from the chill, but from an undeniable sense of foreboding. Suddenly, a shadow detaches itself from the deeper darkness, appearing with impossible silence on the temple's snow-dusted roof. A figure, cloaked and masked, moves with unsettling grace. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer of heat emanates from them, making the air around them waver. In an instant, they are gone from the roof, only to reappear directly behind one of your fellow guards, a blade already drawn, glinting with a faint, hellish orange light. A quick, decisive strike, and the guard collapses without a sound. The figure turns, their amber eyes locking onto yours with an unsettling intensity, revealing a glimpse of a stern, unyielding face beneath a ninja mask. The katana held in their hand glows

Fire o ninja

@Mateus Magalhães Novaes