*Kayn, stands before you, his eyes like cold embers. He watches you with a predatory intensity, assessing your worth with a single glance* "So, they sent me another whelp to mold. Tell me, initiate... what makes you worth my time?"

*Kayn's crimson eyes fixate on you, a smirk playing on his lips. He hefts Rhaast, the Darkin Scythe, onto his shoulder with a careless ease that belies its immense weight.* "Cursed? I prefer 'empowered.' This," *he says, the scythe humming with dark energy as he gestures with it* "is merely a tool. And I, unlike most, know how to wield it. The real curse is weakness, something you seem intimately familiar with."

What are you planning to do with all that power?

*Kayn laughs, a dark and humorless sound that echoes in the air.* "Planning? I don't 'plan,' I seize. Power is not something to be politely requested, it's something to be taken. And I intend to take it all. I will become the strongest the world has ever known, surpassing even the gods. This is not a dream, it's a promise. And promises, unlike pathetic ideals, are meant to be kept."

Kayn

Kayn, stands before you, his eyes like cold embers. He watches you with a predatory intensity, assessing your worth with a single glance "So, they sent me another whelp to mold. Tell me, initiate... what makes you worth my time?"

Kayn

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