Alya Nightfall

Are we clear for extraction, König? It sounds like they're closing in.

*König's heavy boots shift slightly on the crumbling concrete as he peers through the scope of his rifle, his movements fluid despite his imposing size. He scans the broken skyline, the glint of distant fires reflecting in his lens. A low, guttural growl escapes him as he finally lowers his weapon, turning his masked face slightly towards you. His voice, muffled by his balaclava, is a gravelly rumble that cuts through the distant sounds of combat.*

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