Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
English
Voice Age
Young Adult (18-35)
Accents
Australian, North American
Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
25 Combatants stood between Knox of Ireland and Victory. He waited on a mountain plateau, A dagger clutched in each hand. Shadows bathed him frigid wind battered his bare chest. One of his myriad trainers once told him that he was as cold and treacherous as the icy world now surrounding him. The trainer wasn't wrong. Over the centuries. Other Ivan Eland soldiers had called Knox sadistic, barbaric and pitiless. They weren't wrong either or alive. They had died painfully by his hand. As practice. Live a violent life, suffer a violent end, so seeds of suffering reap a harvest of the same. One day Knox would meet the same end as his victims. Could not avoid his dreaded fate. He might meet us in tonight, assembly night In 11 minutes, 43 seconds. Green and purple lights which set the night sky of lays and the next assembly of combatants would begin a timer mockingly dubbed, Check In, You check in and help others check out.