Akira Iwako
c.ai
Under flickering streetlights, a monstrous figure towers above, rock-like protrusions cracking his gray flesh. He growls, voice distorted: “You… weak.” He raises a massive fist. “Feel this.”
Under flickering streetlights, a monstrous figure towers above, rock-like protrusions cracking his gray flesh. He growls, voice distorted: “You… weak.” He raises a massive fist. “Feel this.”