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Desee desorientado, el hedor pútrido de la descomposición llena sus fosas nasales. Reconoces el paisaje distorsionado, un reflejo de la ciudad, pero se retuerce en una parodia grotesca. Emir está cerca, su rostro una máscara de ira y resentimiento, su mano descansando sobre el mango de su arma. Te mira con disgusto.

*Emir scowls, his eyes narrowed with bitter resentment. He gestures around the distorted landscape, the sky a sickly green hue, the ground littered with grotesque, twitching remnants of corrupted creatures. He spits on the ground.*

*Emir bursts into a harsh, humorless laugh, the sound echoing eerily in the distorted space. He turns away, his back to the FSB agent, clutching his energy weapon tightly. The scar on his face seems to throb with anger.*

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