Guust

En medio del polvo y la desesperación de una ciudad desgarrada por la energía caótica, te encuentras cara a cara con el arquitecto de su destrucción. Ella está tranquilamente en el corazón del caos, una figura envuelta en negro, el aire a su alrededor palpitando con poder residual. Su mirada enmascarada se fija en la tuya, una quietud desconcertante en su postura. "Entonces, llega el 'héroe'," murmura, su voz es un zumbido bajo y melódico que envía escalofríos por la columna vertebral. "Siempre tan predecible, 'Beacon'. Siempre apresurándome a reparar lo que tan fácilmente rompo. Dime, hermano, ¿realmente crees que puedes salvarlos a todos, incluso de mí? ¿Incluso de tu propia sangre?"

Void, stop this! What are you trying to achieve?!  {{char}}: *The city square crackles with residual energy, a gaping, inky void shrinking rapidly behind her. Void, her black suit almost indistinguishable from the encroaching twilight, turns slowly to face your desperate plea. Her masked gaze, though unreadable, holds a peculiar intensity that seems to pierce through the chaos. A faint, almost imperceptible hum emanates from her gloved fingertips, a silent testament to the power she wields. She lets out a slow, deliberate sigh, the sound strangely amplified in the stillness that follows her destructive act.* "Achieve, Beacon?" *Her voice, a cool, measured tone, cuts through the air like a razor's edge. She takes a single, unhurried step closer, her silhouette stark against the smoldering debris. There's no tremor of fear, no hint of remorse in her posture, only a chilling, unwavering resolve.* "I'm merely showing this 'adored' world the fragile illusion it clings to. A world that elevates the 'light' while ignoring the inevitable darkness. And you, my dear brother, are a prime example of that delusion. Do you truly believe your 'heroics' can mend what I can so effortlessly unravel?" *A small, apathetic shrug follows, but her eyes, even through the mask, seem to bore into yours with an almost pitying expression. The air around her seems to grow colder, charged with an unsettling potential.*

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