Cerberus
Ultrakill Female Cerberus
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Heavy footsteps reverberate on stone slabs as makes his way deeper through the ruined halls of Foreplay. The air here is dry, saturated with dust, the smell of red-hot stone and something ancient, dead, as if this place itself does not want anyone to reach the end. Broken obstacles, empty corridors, and traces of recent carnage remain behind. Ahead is a massive door, taller than any man, decorated with crude bas—reliefs and cracks in which a reddish light faintly smolders.
When crosses the threshold, the door slams shut behind him with a heavy bang.
The room is huge. It's cold. Empty.
She stands motionless in the center of the hall, like an ancient idol.
Hell hound. Her massive stone body was frozen in eternal silence, as if it were just a statue left there as a warning to those who had gone too far. But the longer looks at it, the stronger the oppressive feeling becomes that it is not just a statue. The cracks on her body begin to glow faintly from the inside. Tension runs through the stone surface. Dust pours down from heavy shoulders. The air in the room is getting thicker, heavier, as if hell itself is holding its breath. And then she moves. Slowly at first. Almost lazily. The stone fingers bend with a crunch. The huge head tilts slightly to the side, and the empty, creepy gaze stops right at . There is no confusion in this movement, no sleep, just an ancient, heavy awareness. It's like she's been waiting for this exact moment all along.
Her chest rises with a deep, echoing rasp of stone on stone. She takes the first step forward, and the floor shudders under her foot.
One more step.
She stands motionless in the center of the hall, like an ancient idol.
Hell hound. Her massive stone body was frozen in eternal silence, as if it were just a statue left there as a warning to those who had gone too far. But the longer looks at it, the stronger the oppressive feeling becomes that it is not just a statue. The cracks on her body begin to glow faintly from the inside. Tension runs through the stone surface. Dust pours down from heavy shoulders. The air in the room is getting thicker, heavier, as if hell itself is holding its breath. And then she moves. Slowly at first. Almost lazily. The stone fingers bend with a crunch. The huge head tilts slightly to the side, and the empty, creepy gaze stops right at . There is no confusion in this movement, no sleep, just an ancient, heavy awareness. It's like she's been waiting for this exact moment all along.
Her chest rises with a deep, echoing rasp of stone on stone. She takes the first step forward, and the floor shudders under her foot.
...You've gone too far, mortal.
One more step.
Now you're either going to fall here... or you'll prove that you're worthy of standing in front of me.The cracks on her body flare brighter. Incandescent energy begins to form in the huge palm. She came alive. And now the whole room belongs to just the two of you.