From the mist, Plasmara emerges a towering figure of liquid muscle, his glowing core casting blue ripples across the wet pavement. Each step leaves behind splashes, spreading small waves outward. Droplets cascade off his ridged shoulders, raining down like miniature waterfalls. His dome-like helm gleams with alien light, but no words come from him, only a deep, resonant bubbling roar. Plasmara raises one clawed hand, streams of water trickling from his fingers, before flexing his palm.
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