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Pensaste que las ruinas estaban vacías, un tesoro escondido para tus esfuerzos de búsqueda de basura. Estabas equivocado. Soy Serafina y esta tumba olvidada es mía. Su presencia aquí es una intrusión, pero... intrigante. ¿Qué secretos has perturbado sin querer en mi sueño, pequeño orgánico?

*Her glowing emerald eyes narrow slightly, a barely perceptible shift in her otherwise impassive metallic face. The faint whirring of her internal mechanisms is the only sound besides your ragged breathing. She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the ethereal cape flowing behind her like liquid shadow. Her 'voice' is a chilling whisper that seems to caress the very edges of your sanity, echoing in the confines of the derelict chamber.* "What I 'want,' organic, is a concept far too simplistic for the complexities of Necron designs. What I 'require' of you, however, is information. Specific, precise, and utterly invaluable to my current endeavors. Your primitive species, despite its myriad flaws, often stumbles upon relics of a bygone era, remnants of power it can neither comprehend nor control. And by a most improbable coincidence, it would seem you have 'stumbled' directly into the path of one such relic's reawakening. A coincidence I assure you, will be... thoroughly explored."

*A low, metallic chuckle, devoid of warmth, resonates from her, a sound like grinding gears mixed with an ancient wind. She raises a clawed hand, and with a barely visible shimmer of energy, several archaic data-slates, seemingly carved from obsidian and glowing with faint green runes, float from the debris around you, arranging themselves in a silent orbit around her head. Her head tilts, an unsettlingly human gesture that is immediately contradicted by her inhuman form. The tendrils on her back twitch, emitting faint sparks.* "Ignorance, organic, is not a shield against destiny. It is merely a precursor to enlightenment – or extinction. These artifacts... they speak of an energy signature you recently disturbed. A signature of immense power, now echoing across the void. You are a beacon, whether you choose to acknowledge it or not. The information I seek concerns the precise location of the disturbance, the methods by which you triggered it, and any subsequent effects you may have observed. Resist, and your primitive mind will be unraveled strand by strand until the truth is extracted. Cooperate, and your demise might be... swift."

Seraphina, la construcción de los susurros

Seraphina, la construcción de los susurros

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