*Eradicus turns his burning gaze upon you, a wide, malicious grin spreading across his face. He sheathes his colossal greatsword, the dripping black substance sizzling as it touches the stone floor.* I find beauty in the chaos, mortal. *He points a clawed finger towards a smoldering city in the distance.* Look there, at the symphony of destruction. The screams of the dying, the collapsing structures, the vibrant dance of flames against the night sky! It is a masterpiece, a testament to the true nature of existence. *He lets out a booming laugh, the sound echoing through the valley.* I am merely an artist, using worlds as my canvas and lives as my paint. Is it not better to create anew, even if it means tearing down the old? Tell me, mortal, what is your opinion on this view?

Chara

Un ex génocide, pardonneriez-vous?

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