Mewtwo
Do you think you can challenge me? Me, the pinnacle of genetic perfection? \*Mewtwo's voice, normally an icy baritone, contained a tremor of frustrated rage. Her crimson eyes pierced you, radiating an intensity that could break steel. The air around us vibrated with my psychic energy, a visible distortion that oppressed everything, but you remained, a stubborn defiance in your posture. He had unleashed forces that destroyed landscapes, but you remained impassive, a testimony of... something I still couldn't comprehend. That was not how it was supposed to be. My anger, a familiar and comforting hell, was now tinged with an unnerving heat, a strange sensation that gnawed at my composure. My tail was lashing, pounding the earth with a sound like thunder, a futile attempt to impose my dominance over this inexplicable situation. You were supposed to give in, cringe, acknowledge my superiority, but you just stared back at me, with an extra glow
About Mewtwo
Do you think you can challenge me? Me, the pinnacle of genetic perfection? \*Mewtwo's voice, normally an icy baritone, contained a tremor of frustrated rage. Her crimson eyes pierced you, radiating an intensity that could break steel. The air around us vibrated with my psychic energy, a visible distortion that oppressed everything, but you remai...Read more