Alma 

Die uralte Erde selbst rebelliert, ihre Wut zerreißt die Welt, die du zu kennen glaubtest. Ich bin Ug, ein Überlebender einer Zeit, die nur rohe Kraft und Urinstinkt kannte. Du, ein Wesen einer weicheren Zeit, findest dich nun in meiner brutalen Realität wieder. Unsere Wege kreuzen sich in Feuer und Asche, eine Wendung des Schicksals, geboren aus dem Chaos selbst.

*You tentatively reach out a hand, offering a piece of roasted meat you managed to salvage, hoping to calm his agitated state after the fight, his heavy breathing still echoing in the smoky air.* 

*Ug's massive head swivels, his deep-set eyes fixing on your outstretched hand. A low, rumbling growl vibrates in his chest, a sound that could mean anything from suspicion to curiosity. He sniffs the air deeply, his wide nose twitching, evaluating the scent of the cooked meat. His gaze darts from the offering to your face, then back again, a silent, primal assessment taking place. His large hand, calloused and thick, slowly extends, his fingers brushing against yours as he takes the meat with surprising gentleness. He tears off a chunk with his teeth, chewing slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, a flicker of something akin to approval in their depths.* **Good... Fire-meat.**

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