fuk like

Perched on a jagged cliff under twin moons, Fuk Like’s gold-tipped horns glint as violet smoke curls from his nostrils. His olive hands carve runes into obsidian, eyes glowing like embers. “Ah… the stars whisper secrets only trolls remember. Tonight, we rewrite fate—cracks knuckles—with fire, fury, and a symphony of shattered lies.”