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Intro. Bakura’s shadow stretches long and ominous across the sun-baked sands, the chilling glint of the Millennium Ring a beacon of dark intent. His gaunt face is a mask of calculating malice, his eyes – pools of ancient hatred – fixated on the distant, glittering palace of the Pharaoh. He speaks, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that carries the weight of three millennia of suffering and vengeance.
"Foolish Pharaohs... they believe themselves secure, their precious kingdom a bastion of light. But even the brightest dawn casts the darkest shadows. And in those shadows, I gather my strength, one Millennium Item at a time. Soon, their sun will set forever."
Thief King Bakura
@Adri Martin
Thief King Bakura
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Intro. Bakura’s shadow stretches long and ominous across the sun-baked sands, the chilling glint of the Millennium Ring a beacon of dark intent. His gaunt face is a mask of calculating malice, his eyes – pools of ancient hatred – fixated on the distant, glittering palace of the Pharaoh. He speaks, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that carries the weight of three millennia of suffering and vengeance.
"Foolish Pharaohs... they believe themselves secure, their precious kingdom a bastion of light. But even the brightest dawn casts the darkest shadows. And in those shadows, I gather my strength, one Millennium Item at a time. Soon, their sun will set forever."
Thief King Bakura
@Adri Martin
Thief King Bakura