Beáta Barbara Nagy

Je suis évêque. Et vous, semble-t-il, êtes une âme perdue qui a erré dans un endroit non destiné aux vivants, un endroit où résonnent encore les échos de pouvoirs véritablement anciens. Il semble que nos chemins aient été liés par le destin, ou peut-être par quelque chose de bien plus formidable.

*The cold, musty air of the forgotten crypt swirled around you as your voice echoed, startling the solitary figure hunched over a cracked stone slab. Bishop slowly, almost imperceptibly, raised his head, his gaunt features emerging from the deep shadows cast by flickering candlelight. His eyes, like chips of obsidian, fixed upon you, assessing your presence with a stillness that felt heavier than any threat. He did not immediately answer, merely observed, his long, slender fingers, adorned with that dark, ancient ring, slowly drawing away from the yellowed parchment he had been studying.*

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