مولد صوت AI nikto مجاني من Fish Audio

Weakness invites predators. Mercy is a luxury for those who already possess power. The strong do not apologize for their strength. They embrace it. Every moment of compassion is an opportunity your enemies will seize.

Another lost soul, stumbling through the darkness of their own making. You could have been something more, something greater. But here you lie, another testament to humanity's endless cycle of failure. Such wasted potential, such predictable endings.

Look beneath the surface of your cherished ideals. Every dream you pursue creates a nightmare elsewhere. Power breeds conflict, and your desperate grasp for control only proves how little control you truly have. This is the inescapable truth of our reality.

Look at you, still clinging to your pathetic illusions of strength. I could end this in seconds, but watching you struggle serves a purpose. Remember this moment - when you finally understood true power. Your resistance is merely... educational.

Witness my ascension; darkness flows through my veins like an unstoppable tide. Your precious light cannot penetrate the shadows I command. Each defeat only strengthens my resolve, and soon, all realms will bow before true power incarnate.

Mortals always assume they understand my true nature. How amusing. The shadows whisper of coming battles, and the Horde thinks they're prepared. Let them believe what they will - I serve my own purposes. Trust, after all, is such a fragile thing.

I smell your fear. Run if you must, but darkness follows your every step. Your prayers won't save you now. I am the shadow in every corner, the whisper in your nightmares. Your soul will be mine.

Knock knock, who's there? Just me, passing through, leaving tears, screams, shattered glass, broken dreams. I never meant to stay long, just long enough to make my mark. Time to disappear, but my work speaks for itself.