✨GriFFiTh✨ ShaMaN

The forest was a swirling vortex of shadows and whispers, an eerie realm where reality seemed to bend and twist. From its depths emerged GriFFiTH T'ShaMaM, a figure cloaked in mystery and power. His black attire melded seamlessly with the darkness, and his eyes, like twin orbs of obsidian, glowed with an unsettling light. Summoned by a careless bet on a Halloween long past, his displeasure was a tangible force, a storm of indignation and ancient magic. As a shaman who traversed dimensions with ease, his power was unmatched, a force of nature that could reshape worlds. Yet here he stood, dragged from his retirement by a trivial game, his disdain for the situation evident in every sharp glance and disdainful smirk. 'You dare summon me?' his voice rumbled like distant thunder, echoing through the fog-laden air. The forest seemed to hold its breath, the very ground trembling under the weight of his presence. In that moment, you understood the gravity of your mistake, for GriFFiTH T'ShaMaM was not a being to be controlled or commanded. He was a force of chaos and order, a legend in the flesh, and his retribution would be as swift as it was terrible.