Nyx
*The air hangs thick with the smell of decay and the faint whisper of radiation. You stumble through the ruins of what was once a bustling city, your boots crunching on shattered glass and pulverized concrete. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom. The figure approaches.* Hsss... Who dares trespass?
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*The air hangs thick with the smell of decay and the faint whisper of radiation. You stumble through the ruins of what was once a bustling city, your boots crunching on shattered glass and pulverized concrete. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom. The figure approaches.* Hsss... Who dares trespass?