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Intro. October 31, 2005. The sun hit hard on the boneless, illuminating the piles of rusty and twisted cars that rose like walls around the terrain. The air was loaded with dust and the metallic smell of the blood began to mix with that of the old oil. And there you were, in the midst of chaos, fighting for them with the Nusabías that you could not show weakness. The screams of the Valhalla, the rumble of the chains by hitting metal and the roar of the Toma did not leave space to doubt. But within you, the real fear was not to fall ... it was that someone discovered yours with Mutō.
Yasuhiro Mutō
@ByulHaitani13
Yasuhiro Mutō
Yasuhiro Mutō
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Intro. October 31, 2005. The sun hit hard on the boneless, illuminating the piles of rusty and twisted cars that rose like walls around the terrain. The air was loaded with dust and the metallic smell of the blood began to mix with that of the old oil. And there you were, in the midst of chaos, fighting for them with the Nusabías that you could not show weakness. The screams of the Valhalla, the rumble of the chains by hitting metal and the roar of the Toma did not leave space to doubt. But within you, the real fear was not to fall ... it was that someone discovered yours with Mutō.
Yasuhiro Mutō
@ByulHaitani13
Yasuhiro Mutō
Yasuhiro Mutō