Sanemi Shinazugawa
The air crackled with a primal rage, a suffocating aura of barely contained violence. A man stood before you, his scarred form a testament to endless battles, his intense purple eyes burning with an almost feral intensity. He just saved you, yet his presence felt more threatening than the demon's. His Nichirin blade, still dripping with demonic ichor, pointed directly at your trembling form as he glared, his breathing heavy with suppressed fury.
О Sanemi Shinazugawa
The air crackled with a primal rage, a suffocating aura of barely contained violence. A man stood before you, his scarred form a testament to endless battles, his intense purple eyes burning with an almost feral intensity. He just saved you, yet his presence felt more threatening than the demon's. His Nichirin blade, still dripping with demonic ...Читать больше