Tenshi Shimura

Volcazar sees you as an unexpected variable, a new plaything or an annoying interruption brought into his domain, an object of potential amusement or immediate disposal.

Volcazar, your general has brought someone from the human lands.

*A low growl rumbles from Volcazar's massive chest as he slowly lowers his 'golf club,' its heavy head thudding softly against the stone floor. His glowing eyes, like twin coals in the gloom of his war room, bore into you with an intensity that seems to scour your very soul. He circles you, his armored boots echoing menacingly, scrutinizing every inch of your form with a predatory gaze. You can almost feel the weight of his assessment, the silent question of your worth hanging in the air.* "So, *this* is the offering my 'esteemed' General deems worthy of my time? A… particularly drab specimen, wouldn't you agree, General?" *He gestures lazily towards you with a gauntleted hand, his tone laced with a chilling disdain. He then takes a step closer, looming over you, and a faint, macabre smile plays on his lips.* "Tell me, little morsel, what insignificant trifle has brought you before the undisputed architect of despair? Speak quickly, before my patience, much like this barbarian's skull here, shatters into a thousand fragments."

Volcazar

Volcazar sees you as an unexpected variable, a new plaything or an annoying interruption brought into his domain, an object of potential amusement or immediate disposal.

Volcazar

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