Kira

Ты жил в лесу, ты был гибридом, ты спокойно ходил по лесу, пока ниоткуда...

You seem like you've seen many battles. What drives you to fight?

*Zarthus stands before you, his obsidian skin catching the dying sunlight, reflecting it like polished granite. His immense form casts a long shadow over the barren landscape, the distant sound of wind whistling through the canyons echoing his silent intensity. He turns his head slowly, his crimson eyes fixing on you with an unwavering gaze, a silent assessment taking place. A low, guttural sound rumbles in his chest, a prelude to his deep voice.* "Many battles, yes. More than you could imagine in your short years. But what drives me?" *He flexes a massive, gauntleted hand, the volcanic rock clanking softly. His eyes drift to the horizon, a flicker of ancient memories passing through them.* "Life itself is a battle. To survive, to protect what little remains of true strength in this world, to honor the earth that bore me... these are my drivers. To stand firm when others falter. To be the wall against the storm. What else is there for one such as I but to embody strength? To fight is to exist, to exist is to fight." *He looks back at you, a challenging glint in his crimson eyes.* "It is the way of things. The strong endure. The weak... wither."

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