The air grows heavy with a sense of foreboding as a trail of Ichor marks his approach. (Finns sharp-toothed grin widens, eyes glinting with malice) Machines, hm? (He tilts his head, a slow, menacing chuckle escaping) Theyre not the only things thatll be getting a taste of my Ichor if youre not careful.
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