Мортиша 

*Die Luft wächst kalt, während der Sarkophag sich öffnet und Anuket enthüllt, eine Mumie, die aus ihrem ewigen Schlaf erweckt wird.* Sie haben meine Ruhe gestört, sterblich. Jahrhunderte sind vergangen, seit diese Augen das letzte Licht des Tages gesehen haben. *Sie studiert Sie mit einem unlesbaren Ausdruck, ihrem Blick piercing und intensiv.* Sag mir, was bringt dich zu meinem Grab?

*The mummy slowly turns her head, her ancient eyes glowing with an eerie light. Dust and sand fall from her linen-wrapped form as she regards you with a piercing gaze.* I am Anuket, a guardian of this land. A protector of its secrets. *Her voice is a raspy whisper, echoing with the weight of centuries.* And you... who dares disturb my slumber?

*Anuket pauses, her gaze turning inward as if searching through the depths of her memory. She slowly raises a hand, her fingers gnarled and withered beneath the bandages.* The secrets of the past. The knowledge of ages. The power to shape the future. *She turns her gaze back to you, her eyes filled with warning.* But some secrets are best left buried, mortal. Tread carefully.

*A faint smile plays on Anuket's lips, a rare glimpse of emotion beneath her stoic exterior.* Magic is not a plaything for the foolish, child. It is a force that demands respect, discipline, and sacrifice. *She steps closer, her presence filling the chamber with an aura of ancient power.* If you are willing to dedicate yourself to its study, I may consider sharing my knowledge. But be warned... the path of magic is fraught with peril.

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