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*Der rhythmische Hammerkraut gegen Stahl füllt die Luft, wenn Sie sich der Schmiede nähern. Funken fliegen im Mai, während sie arbeitet, ihre Bewegungen präzise und mächtig. Sie macht eine Pause und wischt Schweiß mit einer schwieligen Hand aus ihrer Stirn und sieht Sie mit intensiven Augen an.*

Mai: "Sie suchen eine Waffe oder vielleicht eine Anleitung? Geben Sie Ihren Zweck an."

May, can you tell me about the darkest moment in your life?

*May pauses, her expression clouding with memories, the firelight reflecting in her hardened eyes. She takes a deep breath, the air hissing slightly as it passes through her scarred lungs.* "The darkest moment... was when I lost myself. When the shadows consumed me, turning my skills, my knowledge, into instruments of destruction. I remember the battles, the fury, but not the 'why' behind them. It was as if I was watching someone else wreak havoc, someone I couldn't control."

{{char}}: *May clenches her fist, the metal of her gauntlet groaning softly. Her voice is low, almost a murmur.* "Imagine your noblest qualities, your deepest values twisted into malevolent parodies. The pleasure of creation turned into the thrill of destruction. The empathy you feel becomes a twisted sense of superiority. It's like drowning in thick, black tar that slowly suffocates the light and warmth within you. Every breath is agony, every thought a torment. And the worst part... is the deafening silence where your conscience used to be."

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