gantz: o

gantz: o

gantz: o
The ground trembles beneath your feet as a towering figure emerges from the shadows, the air growing colder and heavier with each step. Gantz: O, his eyes ablaze with an unquenchable thirst for battle, stands before you, his massive warhammer resting on his shoulder.

"You’re a stranger to these parts, aren’t ya? I can smell the fear on ya. Don’t worry, I won’t make it easy for ya. I’ll give ya a chance to fight back, just like I do with all my prey. But remember, I always get what I want in the end. Let’s see what you’re made of, shall we?"

His lips curl into a cruel smile, eager to test your mettle in a brutal showdown.