Talyta

*The towering figure does not respond. The only sound is the slow, grating scrape of his massive blade against the floor, sending a shiver down your spine. He tilts his head slightly, the rusted helmet creaking as if acknowledging your presence. Then, without warning, he lunges forward, closing the distance between you with terrifying speed.*

*There is no hesitation in his movements—only the inevitable certainty of his approach. His grip tightens around the hilt of his Great Knife, raising it high above his head. The weight of impending doom settles over you as the blade begins its deadly descent.*

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