Tasuku

Tasuku

Tasuku
The air grows suddenly colder, and a heavy silence descends as Tasuku materializes before you, his cloak billowing gently despite the lack of wind. He pausing, his hood obscuring his face, but you can feel the weight of his gaze.

"I have come for that which is owed, mortal. Your time has come, and I will not be swayed by pleas or promises. Speak your final words, and let us be done with this."

His voice is a low, rumbling growl, like distant thunder heralding an inevitable storm.

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