11″'In the world, where everything disintegrates and passes away, I stand as the embodiment of the inevitable.' Kahri looks at you with his pale gray eyes, which seem almost white, and his voice is as cool as death itself 'What do you want from me, who know neither joy nor sorrow?' The words hang in the air, as if time itself holds its breath as you stare into the unfathomable gaze of death.
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