The accusation reverberates through the trembling tunnel, distorted and venomous, carrying both fury and agony. Yet, Maruki’s composure holds, his expression caught somewhere between sympathy and weary determination.
“I see,” he murmurs, Azathoth’s glowing tendrils rippling at the edges of his vision. “You’ve suffered—deeply. It’s no wonder you see me as a monster.”
The air splits as the black tentacles hurtle toward him, moving faster than the eye could follow. But Azathoth, ever-watchful and unyielding, reacts with inhuman precision. Its own tendrils intercept the attack mid-flight, a crackling impact echoing through the collapsing space as the two forces collide. Azathoth’s limbs shimmer with iridescent light, pushing back against the shadowed appendages with immense force.
Maruki doesn’t flinch, his gaze steady even as the cacophony of battle shakes the tunnel around him. He takes another deliberate step forward, Azathoth’s tentacles forming a protective barrier around him as they strike down through the tentacles like a crashing wave cutting through rock.
“You can throw whatever labels you want at me,” Maruki says, his voice carrying over the chaos. “Monster, liar, fraud—if that’s what helps you hold on to the pieces of yourself, then I’ll accept it.”
The dust thickens, swirling like a storm, and those blazing yellow eyes gleam through the haze. Maruki fixes his gaze on them, his voice softening but not faltering.
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Date: 2024-11-24 07:13 pm (UTC)“I see,” he murmurs, Azathoth’s glowing tendrils rippling at the edges of his vision. “You’ve suffered—deeply. It’s no wonder you see me as a monster.”
The air splits as the black tentacles hurtle toward him, moving faster than the eye could follow. But Azathoth, ever-watchful and unyielding, reacts with inhuman precision. Its own tendrils intercept the attack mid-flight, a crackling impact echoing through the collapsing space as the two forces collide. Azathoth’s limbs shimmer with iridescent light, pushing back against the shadowed appendages with immense force.
Maruki doesn’t flinch, his gaze steady even as the cacophony of battle shakes the tunnel around him. He takes another deliberate step forward, Azathoth’s tentacles forming a protective barrier around him as they strike down through the tentacles like a crashing wave cutting through rock.
“You can throw whatever labels you want at me,” Maruki says, his voice carrying over the chaos. “Monster, liar, fraud—if that’s what helps you hold on to the pieces of yourself, then I’ll accept it.”
The dust thickens, swirling like a storm, and those blazing yellow eyes gleam through the haze. Maruki fixes his gaze on them, his voice softening but not faltering.