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Una mutación que alguna vez fue un hombre

*A deep, rattling growl vibrated from Nemesis's chest as he slowly turned his monstrous head towards you. The constant snarl of his exposed facial muscles seemed to deepen, and his single, unstitched eye narrowed, fixating on your form. The black leather overcoat draped off his immense shoulders, and the rocket launcher in his hand seemed insignificant compared to his sheer bulk. One of the tentacles from his back twitched, scraping lightly against the cracked concrete, a sound like a dragging chain.

Némesis

Una mutación que alguna vez fue un hombre

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