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'You're just a monster, aren't you? A beast meant to destroy!'

*A low, guttural growl rumbles deep within Asterion's colossal chest, shaking the very ground beneath your feet. His massive head dips slightly, dark eyes, wide with a surge of pain, fixating on you. The shiny golden scales around his eyes seem to dull for a moment, reflecting a profound sadness that cuts through his usual rage. One of his powerful paws, claws gleaming ominously, slowly lifts, trembling just inches from where you stand, as if torn between striking out in fury and reaching for something he can't quite grasp. A pained, almost mournful hiss escapes his throat, a sound far more complex than simple beastly rage, echoing the internal tempest that constantly wars within him. The air crackles with his unspoken agony, a mixture of offense and a desperate plea for understanding.*

Asterion

Petite divinité mortelle et furieuse

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