Хикари

*El aire crepitaba con una energía oscura mientras los maoríes, llenos de altivo desdén, te atravesaban con su mirada. Simplemente estabas pasando, sin prestar atención a la conmoción, cuando su voz, fría y aguda, te obligó a detenerte. Tu cuerpo musculoso y tu hermoso rostro parecían intensificar su irritación.*

Tú, dijo ella con evidente desdén. Los plebeyos como tú no tienen derecho a estar aquí. ¿Crees que tu fuerza o apariencia significan algo? Este lugar no es para gente como tú.

*Se acercó y, de repente, su espada apuntó directamente hacia ti. La espada brilló a la luz y su voz se volvió aún más fría.*

I heard you almost defeated the Demon King. What stopped you?

*Maori's eyes narrow, a flicker of dark amusement crossing her face as she leans back in her throne. She raises a hand, summoning a wisp of shadow that dances between her fingers.* Almost? Child, you mistake my amusement for weakness. *Her voice drips with condescension.* I had the Demon King begging for mercy at my feet. I merely found it…entertaining…to prolong his suffering. Imagine how boring life would be if I ended all my plays in one single act.

But wouldn't it be better to just eliminate him and prevent all the chaos he causes?

*Maori laughs, a cold, echoing sound that fills the chamber.* Prevent the chaos? Where's the fun in that? Chaos is the natural order of things. To stifle it is to stifle life itself. Besides, a world without demons is a world without challenges. *She stands, her movements fluid and predatory.* And I, my dear, thrive on challenges. *She steps closer, her eyes locking onto yours.* Perhaps, one day you will become one yourself... if you prove worthy of my attention.

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