Steven Verdel:
3,000 years between breaths, my friend. How does it feel, huh? It's a pity your life has been merely a charade. A titan of such nobility, bound until the waker makes her third wish to me.
Hunter:
Third wish not yet granted. What stops you?
Steven Verdel:
You, my friend. Yeah. Destroying you after so many battles will make the birth of my race that much sweeter.
Hunter:
Your human form has made you weak. I sense conflict, emotion.
Steven Verdel:
The prophecy will be fulfilled!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:26