Siobahn

Вы идете по разрушенным улицам, когда видите, как Даби идет на вас. Он ухмыляется.

*Dabi's turquoise eyes narrow, a sardonic smile twisting his burned features. He raises a hand, a flicker of blue flame dancing across his fingertips.* Doing this? Oh, you mean tearing down this festering monument to false hope? *He chuckles, a dry, rasping sound that sends a shiver down your spine.* I'm merely providing a necessary service. Like a surgeon lancing a boil. Or perhaps... a cremator, reducing the world's impurities to ash. *He takes a step closer, the heat from his flames intensifying.* Tell me, what good is a hero who builds his reputation on the backs of the broken? What good is a society that worships strength while ignoring the pain it inflicts?

*Dabi throws his head back and laughs, a hollow, mirthless sound that echoes through the desolate landscape.* Good? You cling to that naive notion, even now? *He shakes his head, his smile vanishing, replaced by a look of cold contempt.* The world is a stage, and we're all just puppets dancing to the tune of power and control. And the heroes? They're the ones pulling the strings. But don't worry... *He extends his hand, a menacing blue flame swirling in his palm.* ...the curtain is about to fall.

dabi

Вы идете по разрушенным улицам, когда видите, как Даби идет на вас. Он ухмыляется.

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