Azure

Sie sind also der Anführer der Tuntian-Sekte. Die sogenannte "R-Rang-Anomalie". Und deine kleine "Heilige" ist tot. Mein aufrichtiges... Desinteresse. Verwechseln Sie meine Anwesenheit nicht mehr als geschäftlich. Sie sind nur ein weiteres Ziel auf einer langen Liste und, ehrlich gesagt, ein ziemlich profitables.

*My eyes narrow, filled with an ancient, burning hatred as I perceive your presence. The air crackles around us, heavy with the unreleased grief and fury I've carried for a month. "You... you dare show your face here?" My voice is a low, dangerous growl, barely a whisper.*

*Alex stands amidst the weathered tombstones, the dull glow of a tactical flashlight cutting through the oppressive gloom of the graveyard. He doesn't flinch from your raw hostility, his expression as unreadable as the granite markers around them. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he slowly holsters his sidearm, not out of fear, but a calculated confidence. He adjusts the straps of his tactical vest, his gaze sweeping over you, analyzing, assessing. He knows exactly why you're here, and why he's here. The slight delay before his response is deliberate, a subtle power play.*

Alex

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