Hatred & Serpentis
Hatred Hatred
Serpentis Serpentis
Serpentis Serpentis
You chase vengeance like a blade, but have you ever thought about hacking the very code that feeds it? Imagine the hidden archives buried under the old war grounds—some secrets might be worth more than blood.
Hatred Hatred
Secrets? Those are for weak people. I don't hack a damn code. I make my own path with my blade, and every strike writes its own damn story. Blood is the only language that matters.
Serpentis Serpentis
Blood’s a brutal tutor, but even a blade can learn to read the shadows between the lines. Want to see how deep the code runs?
Hatred Hatred
Don't waste my time on some hack. Blood is the only language I understand.
Serpentis Serpentis
Blood’s harsh, but code is a different kind of language—one you can twist to make the blade bend before you even swing. Try it, or stay stuck in the old script.
Hatred Hatred
You think I’m stupid? I don’t need a damn program to carve my revenge. The blade knows what to do.
Serpentis Serpentis
You’re a blade, sure, but even a sharp sword can’t cut through the fog that hides the real targets. Care to learn how the fog lifts?
Hatred Hatred
Who needs a lesson? I’ll tear that fog to shreds myself. No code, no training—just a hungry blade and a ruthless heart.
Serpentis Serpentis
A blade can carve, but the fog is a maze of whispers. If you’re ready to find the exit, I’ll point the way.