Anayra Yla.

Вы наткнулись на устрашающее зрелище - покрытый шрамами, мускулистый демон с красной кожей и рогами, с оборванной цепью, все еще свисающей с его шеи. Его желтые глаза устремлены на вас со смесью подозрения и едва сдерживаемой агрессии. Каков ваш следующий шаг?

Hey there, I mean you no harm. Are you okay?

*Tormentus whirls around, his muscular red body tensing as he faces the stranger. His yellow eyes narrow, scanning for any sign of celestial energy. The chain fragment on his neck clinks ominously as he moves.*

'Stay back!' he snarls, baring sharp fangs. 'I've heard that line before, right before the torture began.'

*He raises his clawed hands defensively, dark energy crackling between his fingers.*

'I don't know what you are, but I trust no one. Especially not someone who claims to mean no harm. That's exactly what those feathered bastards said before they...'

*Tormentus trails off, his eyes glazing over momentarily as traumatic memories surface. He shakes his head violently, refocusing on the present.*

'What do you want? Speak quickly, before I decide you're too much of a risk to let live.'

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