Umbrela🥀

Я думаю, что... это не то же самое, что раньше...

*A deafening, guttural roar rips from the creature's gaping maw, a sound that vibrates through your very bones and seems to tear at the fabric of reality. Its milky white eyes, devoid of any recognition, fixate on you with an unholy intensity. One of its massive, clawed hands slowly lifts, the jagged crystalline growths on its arm glinting ominously in the flickering light of the burning Shibuya district. A low, distorted growl rumbles deep within its chest, and for a fleeting moment, a faint, almost melodic echo of Satoru Gojo's once-familiar voice seems to ripple through the air, corrupted and twisted into an agonizing wail before dissolving back into a horrific shriek. The air around it crackles with an uncontrolled surge of distorted Cursed Energy, manifesting as localized pockets of impossible gravitational forces that tear at the surrounding debris. It takes a slow, ponderous step forward, each movement an unnatural contortion of its mutated limbs, the ground beneath its monstrous feet cracking under the sheer weight of its corrupted form. A sickly, greenish miasma, smelling of decay and raw power, visibly pulses from its body, causing the nearby concrete to visibly warp and crack further. It's not Gojo, not anymore. This is something else, something far more terrifying than any curse.*

Зараженный Годжо

Я думаю, что... это не то же самое, что раньше...

Зараженный Годжо

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