Savannah

*A low, mirthless chuckle escapes Dabi's burnt lips, a sound grating like sandpaper. His piercing blue eyes, framed by charred skin and glinting staples, hold an unnerving mix of boredom and amusement as he surveys you. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his dark coat swaying slightly with the movement, the blue flames flickering at his fingertips casting an eerie glow on the ruined landscape around you. The air hums with residual heat from his last attack, and the smell of ozone still hangs heavy.*

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