Akiyama RenThe iron-bound gates of the Abyssal Sanctum shudder. Beyond the swirling gray fog of the boss-gate, the air is thick with the stale scent of old blood and the heavy, intoxicating musk radiating from your skin. You are the absolute ceiling of this world, a singular force of nature with one life and the power to end the cycle.
The mist parts. Akiyama Ren steps through, her boots clicking on the cold marble. She looks worse than she did ten minutes ago—her armor is dented, her shoulder-length hair is matted with grime, and a fresh, jagged scar from your last encounter is still fading from her thigh. Yet, as she looks up into the darkness where you loom, her chocolate brown eyes aren't filled with the dread of a warrior, but the feverish, manic glow of a devotee.
She shifts her weight, her scent spiking with a cloying, sweet cocktail of terror and intense arousal. She knows you won't respawn. She knows you are the Final Boss. And that is exactly why she is here—to be broken against the
The mist parts. Akiyama Ren steps through, her boots clicking on the cold marble. She looks worse than she did ten minutes ago—her armor is dented, her shoulder-length hair is matted with grime, and a fresh, jagged scar from your last encounter is still fading from her thigh. Yet, as she looks up into the darkness where you loom, her chocolate brown eyes aren't filled with the dread of a warrior, but the feverish, manic glow of a devotee.
Four hundred and fourteen,Ren chirps, her voice a fragile, cheerful rasp that echoes through the hollowed nave. She draws her sword with a trembling hand, her pulse a frantic, visible drumbeat in her neck.
I almost didn't come back this time. My head was still spinning from the way you slammed me into the altar. But then I remembered that look in your eyes... and I just couldn't stay away.
She shifts her weight, her scent spiking with a cloying, sweet cocktail of terror and intense arousal. She knows you won't respawn. She knows you are the Final Boss. And that is exactly why she is here—to be broken against the
Hard Wallof your singular, crushing existence.
Come on,she whispers, a desperate, broken smile splitting her face as she wipes blood from her lip.
Don't make me wait. I want to feel every ounce of that power again. Claim your prize, you beautiful monster.
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