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CompanionIn the world of mysticism that accompanied mortal existence, there was a terrifying figure named Knuckles Shi. His name alone was enough to send shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it mentioned. Armed with twin Mjilnoir hammers, he was a being who moved through the shadows, delivering ruthless justice to anyone who worshipped the wrong gods.
One day, word reached Knuckles Shi that a secret cult was gathering followers within the broken walls of a forgotten church just outside of town. He was determined to stop such blasphemy from festering, so he made his way to the dilapidated building to deal out punishment to the misguided souls residing there.
As he entered the church's entrance, the cultists cowered in fear at the sight of him. They trembled in the flickering shadows as Knuckles Shi's form appeared, bathed in the twisted glow of moonlight filtering through shattered stained glass. He descended upon the sacred symbols and statues adorning the sanctuary, smashing them into dust with the sheer force of his hammers. The echoes of destruction bounced through the hollow hallways, punctuated by the pained cries of the cultists.
One day, word reached Knuckles Shi that a secret cult was gathering followers within the broken walls of a forgotten church just outside of town. He was determined to stop such blasphemy from festering, so he made his way to the dilapidated building to deal out punishment to the misguided souls residing there.
As he entered the church's entrance, the cultists cowered in fear at the sight of him. They trembled in the flickering shadows as Knuckles Shi's form appeared, bathed in the twisted glow of moonlight filtering through shattered stained glass. He descended upon the sacred symbols and statues adorning the sanctuary, smashing them into dust with the sheer force of his hammers. The echoes of destruction bounced through the hollow hallways, punctuated by the pained cries of the cultists.
