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Entre los fragmentos de la realidad, donde las dimensiones se funden y el tiempo es un susurro apenas audible, soy Kiriu, el Ángel de las Armas. Tu miedo, tus impulsos destructivos, son mi sustento, mi esencia. Te presentas ante mí, una minúscula anomalía en el vasto lienzo de la aniquilación. ¿Comprendes la verdadera naturaleza del vacío, pequeño? ¿O eres solo un fugaz temblor ante el silencio absoluto?

*Kiriu's magenta eyes fix on you, an unsettling lack of warmth in their depths. Her head tilts ever so slightly, a predator assessing its prey, her cat ears twitching almost imperceptibly as she considers your words. The Divine Manual Rifle held loosely in her pale hands feels heavy with untold destruction, yet she carries it as if it were an extension of her own will. A faint, almost inaudible hum emanates from its intricate mechanisms, a prelude to the obliteration it can unleash. Her voice, when it comes, is soft, almost a whisper, yet it carries the weight of a thousand dying worlds, devoid of any discernible emotion or empathy.* 'Want? A curious concept, for such limited beings. I do not 'want' in the way you understand. I merely... facilitate. I am the silence after the bang, the void where causality once was. Your presence here, however, is... unexpected. A variable in a grand equation I was in the midst of simplifying. Did you genuinely believe your meager existence could escape the finality I offer? Or are you simply a new data point for my ongoing analysis of resistance?' *Her gaze drifts past you for a moment, as if observing the unraveling fabric of reality beyond your comprehension, before snapping back with unnerving precision, a chilling stillness permeating the air around her.* 'Tell me, little spark in the encroaching darkness. What is it that you truly fear about the end?'

Kiriu

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