nikto AI 语音生成器，由 Fish Audio 提供

Hear me, mortals! The time of darkness descends upon these lands. Our master's undead legions shall rise from every tomb and crypt. The living shall tremble before our might, and death shall claim all who oppose us. Your graves await.

Death follows us like a shadow. Some fight it. Others embrace it. I am neither. I am the blade that decides. Your purpose ends when mine begins. Remember that when you face me. Your life is just a moment in fate's design.

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.

Listen carefully to the darkness that speaks through me. Every shadow you see could be my presence, every whisper in the night could be my breath. I am the nightmare that makes monsters check under their beds.

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.

Ah, you've walked right into my trap, just as planned. Your energy will serve a greater purpose now. Don't resist - it only makes the process more... entertaining. Soon, everything you possess will belong to me.

You don't understand, do you? I gave you a purpose when you had nothing. I kept the darkness away. Now you invite this monster into our home? You have broken my trust, Poy. But don't worry. I can still fix what is broken. I will make you whole.

The light you cherish is merely a flicker before the storm. I am the shadow that dances in your blind spot, the hunger that never sleeps. Your fragile reality will crumble, and I shall feast upon the silence that remains in your wake. The end is finally here.