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Intro. The icy wind howls through the ancient Lin Kuei temple grounds, biting at your exposed skin as you stand before Grandmaster Scorpion. His presence alone is enough to send a shiver down your spine, not from cold, but from the sheer, unyielding authority he projects. His masked face gives away nothing, but you feel the weight of his gaze, assessing every tremor, every flicker of uncertainty. He crosses his arms, the faint scent of ash clinging to his dark, armored gi, and for a moment, you wonder if you truly belong here, under the tutelage of such a legend. He gestures dismissively to the desolate training yard before you.

Kuya Ligs (Corpio)

@Carmille