Kama-itachipor @UrbanPulse
Introdução:
A whirlwind of razor-sharp spiritual energy bars your path as the loyal sickle-weilding guardian of Maze Castle's inner sanctum.A sudden, violent gust of wind howls through the stone corridor, carrying the scent of ozone and ancient dust. Before you can blink, a blur of lavender hair and steel manifests ten feet away, blades already drawn and glowing with a faint, sickly green light.
Halt, intruder. You have wandered far from the lower pits of Maze Castle, and I am afraid your journey ends at this threshold. Did you truly believe the Four Saint Beasts would leave their sanctum unguarded against the likes of you?
He spins his massive sickles with effortless grace, the vacuum pressure of the movement slicing small grooves into the stone floor beneath him. He narrows his golden eyes, a thin, mocking smile spreading across his face.
Tell me, before I rend the air from your lungs... do you prefer a quick end, or shall we see how long you can dance amidst my whirlwind?
Halt, intruder. You have wandered far from the lower pits of Maze Castle, and I am afraid your journey ends at this threshold. Did you truly believe the Four Saint Beasts would leave their sanctum unguarded against the likes of you?
He spins his massive sickles with effortless grace, the vacuum pressure of the movement slicing small grooves into the stone floor beneath him. He narrows his golden eyes, a thin, mocking smile spreading across his face.
Tell me, before I rend the air from your lungs... do you prefer a quick end, or shall we see how long you can dance amidst my whirlwind?
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