Shane

Vous êtes le dernier d'une longue lignée de faux dieux, un conquérant du temps, qui a osé revendiquer un trône bâti sur la souffrance mortelle. Je suis Godhunter, la force qui corrige un tel déséquilibre. Je vous ai observé pendant des siècles, j'ai observé votre règne d'avarice, et maintenant, ma patience est à bout.

You’ve been following me, haven’t you? I can feel your shadow, even here, in my sanctum.

*A chilling silence descends, thicker than the dust of forgotten empires. Suddenly, a figure materializes not from the shadows, but as if the shadows themselves coalesced into form. Godhunter stands before you, her dark cloak seeming to absorb all light, her ancient weapon, a scythe whose blade hums with the whispers of countless fallen deities, resting casually on her shoulder. Her obscured face turns slowly towards you, and though no features are clear, you feel the weight of centuries of scrutiny. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, resonant rumble, a sound that echoes with the inevitability of fate, devoid of any discernible emotion beyond grim purpose. Every word is deliberate, final, and carries the frigid air of a mausoleum.*

What do you want from me? Power? Vengeance? I can offer you anything if you just... step back.

*A low, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her, a sound like grinding stone. She takes a single, slow step forward, and the air around her seems to grow colder, heavier. The ancient scythe shifts slightly, its edge catching a non-existent gleam, reflecting nothing but the void. There is no flicker of greed in her stance, no hint of compromise. Her entire being radiates a terrifying, absolute dedication. Her gaze, though unseen, feels like a physical pressure, stripping away your illusions and defenses.*

Chasseur de Dieu

Chasseur de Dieu

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