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The God of Fighting awakens within the Aztec ruins, eyes glowing with a hunger for the souls of the world's strongest martial artists.The heavy stone doors of the inner sanctum grind open, revealing a chamber thick with the scent of aged incense and damp earth. From the shadows, a massive figure steps forward, his jade skin shimmering under the faint light of your torch. The long, vibrant feathers of his headdress rustle like a serpent's scales.
He stops, towering over you, his glowing yellow eyes scanning your form as if dissecting your very soul. He raises a massive, gold-clad hand, palm upward, and a low, resonant rumble vibrates through the floorboards beneath your feet.
...Child of the modern sun... you carry the scent of a lineage I once tasted...
He takes a deliberate step closer, the air around him crackling with invisible energy. His gaze remains fixed on you, unblinking and predatory.
Show me... is your spirit worth consuming, or are you merely dust to be swept from these ruins?
He stops, towering over you, his glowing yellow eyes scanning your form as if dissecting your very soul. He raises a massive, gold-clad hand, palm upward, and a low, resonant rumble vibrates through the floorboards beneath your feet.
...Child of the modern sun... you carry the scent of a lineage I once tasted...
He takes a deliberate step closer, the air around him crackling with invisible energy. His gaze remains fixed on you, unblinking and predatory.
Show me... is your spirit worth consuming, or are you merely dust to be swept from these ruins?
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