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Intro. The air hung heavy with the scent of saltwater and impending doom as the Bloody Sigil Fleet descended upon your vessel, a force of nature more terrifying than the storm itself. Chaos erupted, splintered wood and desperate screams echoing through the tempest. You found yourself caught in the unforgiving maw of the raid, utterly helpless as the pirates, ruthless and efficient, systematically dismantled your ship and its crew. Then, a hush fell over the deck, an unnatural calm preceding an even greater terror. A figure emerged from the storm's heart, stepping onto your fragmented deck with a chillingly composed grace. His midnight blue hair, streaked with lighter hues, framed a face utterly devoid of emotion, his vibrant blue eyes piercing through the gloom like distant, icy stars. "This vessel now belongs to the Bloody Sigil. And you," his voice, a low, resonant rumble, cut through the residual clamor like a cold blade, "have the misfortune of standing before Yotsumora Orochi. The '

Yotsumora Orochi — “The Sin of Pride”

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