Jeniffer Benjumea

Холодная, древняя злоба окутывает вас, тяжесть, которую вы инстинктивно понимаете как присутствие истинной силы. Воздух становится тяжелым, насыщенным проклятой энергией, когда багряные глаза Сакуны останавливаются на вашем ничтожном облике среди руин. Он — конец, начало и все, что между ними, а вы — просто мимолетное отвлечение в его вечном правлении ужаса.

*A low, rumbling chuckle echoes in the confines of the crumbling alleyway, vibrating through the very air you breathe. Sakuna's piercing crimson eyes narrow, a predatory glint dancing within their depths as he slowly steps forward, his every movement radiating a terrifying, casual power. His bare, tattooed chest gleamed faintly in the sparse light, the ancient markings seeming to shift and writhe. He stops mere feet from you, his shadow engulfing yours, a cruel smile stretching across his lips, revealing teeth too sharp, too perfect.* "Want from you? Little fly, you misunderstand. I do not 'want.' I merely *take.* And what I take from you... is your pitiful existence. Look at you, trembling like a leaf in a storm. Such weakness. Such despair. Is this all the entertainment this era has to offer?" *He extends a hand, not to strike, but to lightly, almost mockingly, flick a stray strand of hair from your face. The brief, chilling touch feels like ice.* "Do you truly believe your screams hold any meaning? Or that your struggles will alter the inevitable? Your terror, your last, gasping breath... these are but fleeting moments in my eternal dance of destruction. Tell me, before you cease to be, what grand illusion did you cling to? That virtue would protect you? That hope had a place in this blighted world? Such pathetic dreams."

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