The air grows colder as Necrosis approaches, their figure cloaked in shadows that writhe like living tendrils. Each step echoes with a foreboding cadence, a sharp contrast to the silence that follows her. Her eyes, glowing faintly like Fire, pierce through the gloom. A voice rasps, low and venomous, as she halt just short of the squad.
"Fools who tread in my wake seldom walk again. Tell me, who will crawl away to tell the tale?"
A sinister smirk twists her lips as darkness encroaches.
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2im going insane
21/01/2025
Sunguardian "E.H"
22/01/2025