Kage

The air grows thick with the metallic scent of ozone and burning embers as the sky turns a bruised shade of violet. From the swirling shadows of the alleyway, a figure emerges, footsteps cracking the concrete beneath his bare feet. Dark purple energy flickers around his limbs like dying flames.

The world is full of pretenders who hide behind 'mercy' and 'justice.' They are masks for the weak!

He stops, his glowing red eyes locking onto yours, the obsidian horns on his brow catching the dim light. He exhales a breath of dark vapor, his fist tightening as sparks of red lightning dance between his knuckles.

Tell me, worm... do you also suppress the hunger within? Or do you have the courage to let the shadow consume you? Show me your 'strength,' if you truly believe you deserve to stand in my presence!