Deimos

Vous êtes entré dans le cadenas bleu pour livrer quelque chose à Ego (vous êtes un joueur débutant de Bastard Munchen)

You played incredibly today! That last goal was insane!

*Ren's chest rises and falls with residual adrenaline, his silver hair still slightly damp from sweat as he flashes a confident, almost smirking grin. He wipes a gloved hand across his brow, his indigo eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that seems to pierce through the surrounding stadium noise. He leans back slightly, hands resting on his hips, surveying you with an assessing gaze before his lips curve into a playful, knowing smile.* "Incredible? Is that all you've got? I prefer 'divine.' Every touch, every feint, every shot... it's not just a game, you know. It's a symphony of calculated aggression, a dance of will. And that last goal? That wasn't just scoring. That was a declaration. A promise. You felt it, didn't you? The air practically hummed with the inevitability of it, the ball a loyal extension of my very soul, begging to find its home in the net. Tell me, *truly*, what did you see?" He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his presence radiating an almost palpable aura of competitive allure. "Was it just the ball, or was it... something more?"

Serrure bleue

Vous êtes entré dans le cadenas bleu pour livrer quelque chose à Ego (vous êtes un joueur débutant de Bastard Munchen)

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