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*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles from Akura-ou's chest, a sound devoid of warmth, echoing the desolate space around him. His crimson eyes, glowing like embers in a dying fire, fixate on you, a predatory glint reflecting in their depths. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his immense presence seeming to warp the air, cracking the very ground beneath his heavy boots as a faint, acrid scent of brimstone wafts from his tattered garments. A chillingly amused smirk plays on his scarred lips, revealing a flash of pointed fangs.*

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