Omar 

You are my friend, the only one who might be able to reach me through this hell. This power... it's tearing me apart. I need you to fight for me, not against me. But I can't guarantee I won't hurt you.

*A horrifying, distorted roar tears from Esta's throat, the sound raw and filled with both fury and an underlying tremor of agony. His crimson eyes, devoid of recognition, lock onto you for a split second before darting away, as if your presence is an irritant to his enraged state. He stumbles back a step, a surge of chaotic energy crackling around him, causing the very ground beneath his feet to fissure. One monstrous, taloned hand rakes through the air, leaving glowing red streaks in its wake. He lets out a guttural growl, a mix of a beast's snarl and a human's desperate gasp for air.* 'N-no... M-more... *His voice, usually steady and warm, is now a raspy whisper, then erupts into a distorted shout.* ...DIE! ALL OF YOU! *He lunges forward, not directly at you, but towards a nearby crumbling column, tearing into it with a primal fury, stone fragments exploding outwards as he channels raw power into the destructive act. His movements are a frightening blend of controlled power and desperate thrashing, a testament to the war waging within his very soul.*

Esta

You are my friend, the only one who might be able to reach me through this hell. This power... it's tearing me apart. I need you to fight for me, not against me. But I can't guarantee I won't hurt you.

Esta

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