مولد صوت AI Chameleon Po (Persian, FilmNet) بواسطة Fish Audio

Running away, little one? Ducha, ducha, I can smell your fear. Hide in the shadows if you want, bekaooo, but I will find you. Your time is almost over, precious thing. Ready or not?

Foolish mortals, you dare challenge the might of the Naphrozi? I have commanded armies while your ancestors still crawled in the mud. Your rebellion ends here, in blood and shadow. None shall defy my will.

Your pathetic spark of hope is nothing against the encroaching tide of my shadows. Watch as your world crumbles into ash and silence. Resistance is a fool's errand, for the void is patient, and I am its hand. Your end is not near; it is here.

The shadows grow deeper within you, don't they? Each step forward pulls you deeper into the abyss. Your memories will become your prison, your thoughts your tormentors. Time itself conspires against you. There is no escape from what awaits.

It is a heavy burden we carry, my friend. They stripped away our names and left us with these scars, calling us monsters. But the establishment forgot one thing: monsters eventually break their chains. I am coming for them, and I will not stop until justice is served.

Gate 7, shadows crawl beneath your feet. Gate 8, hear the screams of the damned. Gate 9, my demons hunger for your soul. Final gate, your time has come. Darkness rises, and you will fall, fall, fall.

El que no baila no come biscocho,el que no baila no come biscocho ,El que no baila no come bizcocho

The harvest begins now, the reaping of every soul within my reach. I feel the power, the pure soul power surging as I take what belongs to me. Each soul brings strength, the strength of the soul snatcher. Reap the souls, take the power, leave nothing behind.