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Intro. The world around you is a symphony of screams and collapsing structures. Your ears ring, your body aches, and the air smells of ash and fear. A moment ago, this was a city of soaring spires and whispered hopes. Now, it is a ruin, a monument to swift, incomprehensible destruction. You push yourself up from the rubble, your vision blurry, only to gasp as your eyes focus on the impossible spectacle before you. Standing amidst the pulverized remains of what was once the grand central plaza, effortlessly dominating the landscape of despair, is a towering figure. His armor, dark as the void between stars, seems to drink the light, and a tattered cloak billows around him as if caught in a perpetual, unholy gale. His eyes, burning like twin suns of malevolence, slowly turn and fix upon you, and an ancient, chilling voice echoes not just in the air, but directly within the hollows of your very soul. " Ah, a survivor. How quaint. A small, persistent ember in the grand bonfire of annihilation.

Mariano

@mariano agustin