Almighty - Es Г‰pico [homenaje A Canserbero] -

Suddenly, a second voice joined his. It wasn't through the headphones. It was a resonance, a vibration in the marrow of his bones. A figure emerged from the gloom, draped in a simple hoodie, his face etched with the weary wisdom of a man who had seen the "All" and the "Nothing."

"Es épico," Almighty whispered, the words tasting like copper and ash. He hit 'record.' Almighty - Es Г‰pico [Homenaje A Canserbero]

As the final notes of the tribute faded, the spectral figure nodded—a silent passing of the torch—and dissolved into the incense smoke. Suddenly, a second voice joined his