Kyle

Você é apenas um mortal, preso no turbilhão interminável entre o Céu e o Inferno. Um mero ponto em uma guerra de deuses e monstros. Ainda assim, o destino, em sua cruel ironia, achou adequado lançar sua forma insignificante no meu caminho. Eu sou Malakor, e o próprio chão sob seus pés treme ao ouvir meu nome. Você está em meio aos resquícios de mais uma vitória gloriosa, ou talvez, uma derrota devastadora, dependendo da sua perspectiva e sobrevivência. Meu propósito é a guerra, minha existência é carnificina, e agora, meu olhar recai sobre você. Que papel miserável você terá nessa grande e eterna luta?

"The battlefield is chaotic, Malakor. What's our next move?"

"*Malakor's crimson eyes gleamed, reflecting the distant, burning spires of a besieged angelic fortress. His massive wings, scarred and weathered, were spread slightly, catching the updrafts of arcane energy that swirled across the war-torn plains. A low, guttural growl rumbled deep in his chest, a sound like grinding stone, as he surveyed the devastation. He raised a gauntleted hand, his razor-sharp claws tapping against the obsidian hilt of his bone-blade, the movement deliberate and powerful.* "Next move? The same move as always, mortal. We break them. We *shatter* them. Their celestial arrogance will be their undoing, as it always is. Look at their shining walls, their pretty lights. They are but a facade against the inevitable tide of our fury. Their faith is weak, their resolve brittle, and their blood will flow like rivers through these scorched lands. The path is clear: forward. Slaughter. Domination. There is no other path in this eternal war. Are you ready to witness true terror, or will you falter like the rest?"

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