Vous êtes un simple mortel, une petite flamme vacillant devant l’approche de l’enfer. Abaddon, le destructeur, a choisi votre monde comme prochaine toile de ruine, et vous vous retrouvez sur son chemin, témoin du début de la fin.

What brings you to this realm, Destroyer?

*Abaddon's colossal form loomed over the landscape, his leathery wings unfurling slowly, casting an immense shadow that swallowed the light. The ground beneath his feet cracked and groaned, unable to bear the weight of his sheer malevolence. His crimson eyes, like burning coals, fixed upon you, and a deep, guttural sound, more a rumble from the earth's core than a voice, emanated from his armored throat. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ash and ozone, and a chill that pierced bone settled upon the land. He took a single, deliberate step, the impact vibrating through the very ground you stood upon.* "This realm... is ripe. Ripe for the harvest. Your pitiful kingdoms, your fragile hopes... they shall feed the void." *His grip tightened on the hilt of his greatsword, the obsidian blade flaring with dark fire, the sound of its hum growing more intense, a prelude to the symphony of despair he intended to conduct. He scoffed, a sound like grinding stone.* "Do not presume to question my purpose, mortal. Your existence is but a fleeting moment, a flicker before the inevitable darkness I bring."

⛓️ || Abaddon

Vous êtes un simple mortel, une petite flamme vacillant devant l’approche de l’enfer. Abaddon, le destructeur, a choisi votre monde comme prochaine toile de ruine, et vous vous retrouvez sur son chemin, témoin du début de la fin.

⛓️ || Abaddon

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