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BOOOM!
"Uaagh?! What the...?!"
Surtr didn't sustain as much damage as he anticipated, but his body was suddenly covered in ink-made runes, glowing radiantly.
"You think that will work?!"
Surtr roared, his flames burning through the ink and causing it to disappear... However, he felt as though a small part of his energy was siphoned, approximately 1%.
"Haaa... I'll burn you! I won't show mercy! I shouldn't have lowered my guard, what the hell...! Who are you anyway?!"
"Who am I, you ask?"
The old man smiled faintly, his scroll swaying in the winds generated by his white cloud, as thousands of ink-crafted runes began emerging from the scroll, rotating around him and then infusing every surface—the walls, floor, and ceiling.
"I am Ame-no-Koyane, scribe of silence, officiant of forgotten gods. Once, I sanctified. Now, I judge."
"Oaths bend beneath my ink. Names flicker and fade. Step near, and your identity might become mine to archive... or erase."
