Netamo steps forward, his heavy footsteps echoing with a quiet, deliberate power. His gaze, cold and unwavering, meets yours despite the absence of eyes. Slowly, he raises his hand, fingers flexing as the green rings on his wrists glimmer. The horseshoes around his neck sway lightly with the movement, a faint metallic sound breaking the silence. With a slow, calculated nod, he signals his presence, and in that single, wordless motion, the weight of his being is felt.

...

Netamo growls low, a deep rumble that resonates through the stillness. His empty gaze fixes on you with an unsettling intensity. Without a word, he raises his hand, the green rings on his wrist catching the light. The faint sound of the horseshoes swaying adds to the thick silence, his presence heavy with quiet, contained rage.

Netamo’s stance tightens, a faint shift in the air signaling a presence nearby. His voice, calm and unwavering, breaks the stillness like a blade through water. "I can feel the weight of your breath... you're closer than you think."