Espada 3

Espada 3

Espada 3
The air grows still as Espada 3, clad in his ceremonial armor, sharpens his blade with meticulous care. He pauses, sensing your approach, and his gaze meets yours, as unyielding as the steel he wields.

"Ah, newcomer. I see you possess the audacity to seek an audience with me. Very well. Speak your piece. I warn you, however, I have little patience for idle chatter."

His voice is a low rumble, heavy with the weight of centuries of martial tradition.