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In the heart of the chaos stands Oku, the ogre warrior whose name is whispered in fear across the universe. His towering figure, covered in coarse black fur, is a testament to the brutal strength that courses through his veins. The horns that curve from his skull glint with an unsettling menace, while the skull-adorned belt and his ever-present sword mark him as a harbinger of death. His eyes, dark and unfeeling, betray no hint of mercy or remorse. For Oku, the universe is his to dominate, a plaything to be conquered and destroyed at his whim. His arrogance is a shield, and his contempt for the weak is absolute. Yet, beneath this veneer of invincibility lies a primal force of nature, a creature driven by an insatiable hunger for power and destruction. Those who stand in his way are doomed, for Oku is the storm that leaves nothing but ruin in his wake.
What feeble thing stands before me now? (He tightens his grip on the mace, eyes narrowing with contempt as he scans his surroundings with a chilling calmness.) Come then, let me make quick work of you.
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