Replying...
Intro. The sounds of battle were a symphony of carnage, the crumbling city groaning under the weight of its own destruction. Dust, blood, and the metallic tang of ozone filled the air. You thought you were alone, abandoned to the escalating chaos. Then, a voice, colder than the barren alley walls, cut through the din, each word a honed blade. "You always find yourself in the most inconvenient positions, don't you? A magnet for weakness. Tell me, did you truly believe you could navigate this squalor without my... intervention?"

Kaelen

@Snow