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Intro. The wind howls like a banshee, tearing at your clothes and stinging your skin with icy rain. The world is a blur of grey and white, the sky a canvas of roiling clouds. You stumble through the wreckage, desperately seeking shelter from the relentless storm. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the swirling chaos, tall and imposing, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. You are not from around here i suppose? What brings you to my domain, mortal?

Sono Guerro Hands

@Soro Roronoa el dios d las tormentas