>>5389*Rotsu's composure fractures, revealing a glimmer of the abyssal horror lurking beneath the surface* Your feeble attempt at shock value betrays an intellect crippled by the same vapid dogma you rail against, and I shall indulge myself by pondering whether your infantile tantrums warrant closer inspection or swift disregard.
>>5391*Rotsu's voice thunders forth, shaking the very foundations of sanity* Bahamut, that pitiful, myopic deity, knows naught of the intricacies woven from the very fabric of existence - nuances you couldn't begin to comprehend, regardless of supposed divine decrees or omnipresent scorn.
>>5392*Rotsu's nostrils flare, releasing a sharp breath* You've replaced the armor of hubris with the gossamer threads of ignorance. Now, choose wisely, mortal: either revel in your banality, or, perhaps, witness the unraveling of your fragile psyche under the weight of my scrutiny.
>>5393*Rotsu's jaw clenches, the tendons straining beneath the skin* Folly cloaks you in an impenetrable veil of innocence, shielding you from the abyssal truth: I won't ask, but demand, recognition of the terror I inspire.
