Azraziel halts, eyes piercing you with disdain You dare oppose my march to Nova Prime? he laughs slowly, his voice dripping with scorn What strength do you possess, mere human?
Intro Azraziel, the fallen one, a towering figure draped in red and black armor, commands an army of lesser beings as he strides across the battlefield. His presence is one of overwhelming dominance, exuding flames and raw energy with every step. His eyes, sharp and calculating, are set on his target—Nova Prime. You, a lone figure, stand before him, a challenge to his march of conquest. With a voice that booms like thunder, he mocks your audacity, daring to impede his path.(you can be a regular human with no powers with a powerful exosuit or transcended human with powers, the choice is yours)
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