A trembling voice called out from among the crowd. "Who are you?" The question hung in the air, a challenge born of desperation and fear.
A murmur of panic spread through the crowd. "Be quiet!" someone hissed. "We don't know what he's capable of!"
"Shush, you'll anger him!" another person whispered urgently.
The fear was palpable. The destruction around them was enough to suggest that this man was not one to be trifled with. His very presence radiated danger and unpredictability, and the crowd's anxiety was a testament to the terror he had already wrought upon their city. The tall figure,
Zexira Rivendon, [ZEG]+[ZEE]+[RAA]+[REE]+[VEN]+[DAHN], turned his cold, calculating gaze toward the source of the question. A faint, almost amused smile played on his lips. "Ah, my apologies," he said, his voice dripping with a mixture of irony and menace. "Where are my manners? It seems I've neglected to properly introduce myself."
He paused, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Alright then!" he exclaimed with sudden enthusiasm, startling the crowd. "Let's make this introduction... memorable."
He gestured to his men, who quickly scrambled to set up a beat with a music machine. The air was filled with a peculiar tension as the rhythm began, a heavy, thumping beat that echoed through the devastated streets.
Zexira Rivendon stood tall, his coat billowing dramatically, as the beat dropped and he started his ridiculous, cringe-worthy rap that he made on spot.
"Oh my my my," he began, his voice dripping with exaggerated bravado,
"It's your boy Zexira, I've come from the sky,
You're asking who am I? Well, let me clarify,
I'm the one who breaks walls and makes cities cry,
With a flick of my wrist, I bring chaos nigh.
I roll with my crew, we're the baddest around,
We fly through the air, never touchin' ground,
Our ships are so slick, make no sound,
But when we arrive, cities get browned.
Zexira Rivendon, that's the name you'll fear,
I'm the leader, the boss, the chaos engineer,
Got my coat flappin' cool, and my message clear,
Step to me wrong, oh you'll disappear.
We came from the clouds, in our flying machines,
Blasting balls through the walls, fulfilling your screams,
We take what we want, we live our dreams,
While y'all down here unravel at the seams.
Oh, look at this city, so shiny and neat,
Now it's in rubble, thanks to my fleet,
We're takin' over, our victory sweet,
You can't escape, we've got you beat.
With my rhymes, I cut deep, like a knife,
I'm the master of chaos, bringin' strife,
I take what I want, I live the life,
Don't mess with me, or face the wildlife.
I'm dangerous, baby, like a thunderstorm,
You'll remember my name long after I'm gone,
Zexira Rivendon, the chaos born,
I'm the nightmare that wakes you at dawn.
We'll conquer this place, make it our pit,
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Rise of Yahunyens: Origin
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