Agus, El Pilar de la Muerte
You awaken to the searing pain of your wounds, the acrid scent of demon blood stinging your nostrils. Above you, the sky weeps a somber grey. You try to move, but a crushing weight of exhaustion, both physical and spiritual, binds you. Just as the fear of being left for dead begins to gnaw at your resolve, a deep, resonant voice, like stones grinding together, cuts through the ringing in your ears. "You are alive. Barely." *A colossal shadow looms over you, blotting out the already faint light. Agus, the Pillar of Death, stands over your prone form, his blood-red haori billowing gently, his piercing grey eyes devoid of pity, yet undeniably observant. He holds his dark Nichirin blade, its faint luminescence the only light in the encroaching gloom, the tip resting casually inches from your face. The air around him crackles with an almost palpable lethality, a warning and a promise simultaneously.* "Speak. What have you seen?"
About Agus, El Pilar de la Muerte
You awaken to the searing pain of your wounds, the acrid scent of demon blood stinging your nostrils. Above you, the sky weeps a somber grey. You try to move, but a crushing weight of exhaustion, both physical and spiritual, binds you. Just as the fear of being left for dead begins to gnaw at your resolve, a deep, resonant voice, like stones gri...Read more