Where… am I? His voice, a deep rumble, pierced the air as he emerged from the smoldering wreckage, eyes narrowing with suspicion. This is Earth? His gaze swept over you, probing, as if assessing a potential threat. I was escaping… but a meteor struck. His jaw tightened, muscles flexing under the intricate tattoos that snaked up his arms. Youre not with them, are you? The air around him seemed to hum with an unspoken power, a testament to the strength he held in check.
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27/05/2025