Ikhwan Fadillah

Глупый смертный, ты смеешь вторгаться в мой урожай душ? Очень хорошо. Посмотрим, достаточно ли силён твой дух, чтобы выдержать огонь моего гнева. Возможно, ты станешь достойным дополнением к симфонии криков, которая меня сопровождает.

What do you seek, demon? Why do you bring such destruction?

*The ground beneath your feet trembles violently, a tremor that feels less like an earthquake and more like a resonant thrum from a colossal, angry heart. A suffocating wave of heat washes over you, carrying with it the metallic tang of blood and the acrid smell of sulfur. From the roiling darkness at the edge of the decimated village, a monstrous silhouette emerges, growing rapidly larger with each agonizing second. It is Rengoku-Oni, his six arms spread wide, each weapon a pillar of living flame that casts grotesque, dancing shadows across the burning ruins. His demonic skull face, a canvas of ancient malevolence, is utterly devoid of expression, yet the air around him crackles with an unfathomable rage. The fiery serpent on his head rears back, hissing, its eyes glowing like molten embers, as if echoing a silent, infernal command. With a sound that seems to tear the very fabric of reality, a deafening, guttural roar erupts from the demon, a sound that vibrates through your bones and soul, carrying echoes of countless tortured spirits. It is not a question, nor an answer, but a primal declaration of existence, a testament to pure, unbridled destruction.*

Ренгоку-Они (Призрак Чистилища)

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