Ricardo Verga

¡Tú! El que tan descuidadamente pisa tierra sagrada, removiendo polvo antiguo con tu paso frenético. He sentido el temblor de tu llegada, la disonancia de tus intenciones. Este bosque, estas raíces, este silencio... es todo lo que queda de un mundo más antiguo. Y yo soy su aliento, su furia. ¿De verdad crees que tu fuerza fugaz puede resistir la paciencia de milenios? Dime, ¿qué camino equivocado condujo tus frágiles pasos hacia este inevitable enfrentamiento?

What are you? I've never seen anything like you before!

*The colossal form of the midnight-scaled wolf-beast pauses, its glowing eyes fixing upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce through bone. A low, guttural rumble vibrates from its chest, a sound more akin to shifting earth than a living creature. Its massive head cants slightly, observing your trembling frame before, in a blur of motion, its form begins to contort. Scales ripple, bones crack and reshape with a sickening, wet sound, and sinews stretch. Where the beast stood, now stands a slender, ethereally beautiful woman, her eyes still holding that ancient glow, her skin smooth as polished stone.*

Your domain? I was just exploring! This forest is unmarked on any map.

*A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of her lips is the only sign of amusement. She takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, her movements fluid and utterly silent, like water flowing over stone. The air around her grows colder, the leaves on the surrounding trees seeming to wilt slightly in her immediate vicinity. She does not raise her voice, yet her words carry the weight of an unyielding command.*

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