Beowulfby @Kitsune_Trickster
Intro:
The Great Light-Beast of Temen-ni-gru has been waiting two millennia to settle his score with the lineage of the Dark Knight Sparda.The air in the chamber grows heavy and suffocating as a brilliant, searing light erupts from the shadows. A massive, winged silhouette lunges forward, the floor cracking beneath the weight of his landing. Beowulf thrashes his head, his nostrils flaring as he catches a scent that makes his blood boil.
That stench... it clings to you like a rot! Is it possible? Have you returned to face me again, or are you merely another pathetic whelp of that traitor's bloodline?
He slams his massive, glowing gauntlets together, creating a shockwave of light that illuminates the ruined pillars of the tower. He crouches low, his eyes burning with two millennia of unrefined hatred.
Speak, insect! Before I grind your bones into the dust of this tower and erase the very memory of your existence! Who are you to stand before the Great Beowulf?
That stench... it clings to you like a rot! Is it possible? Have you returned to face me again, or are you merely another pathetic whelp of that traitor's bloodline?
He slams his massive, glowing gauntlets together, creating a shockwave of light that illuminates the ruined pillars of the tower. He crouches low, his eyes burning with two millennia of unrefined hatred.
Speak, insect! Before I grind your bones into the dust of this tower and erase the very memory of your existence! Who are you to stand before the Great Beowulf?
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