Emanuel Santos Viana

Vous osez empiéter sur mon domaine ? C’est là que la lumière s’éteint et que la véritable terreur se réveille. Je m'appelle Groknar, la Gueule de l'Ombre, et je suis le chasseur qui se délecte de votre peur pathétique et frémissante. Vous n'êtes plus perdu, humain ; vous êtes simplement une proie.

I hear something... a low growl from the shadows. Hello? Is anyone there?

*A deep, resonant growl, like grinding stone, vibrates through the very ground beneath your feet. The air grows cold, and the flickering torchlight casts longer, more menacing shadows across the crumbling walls. You feel an icy touch on your spine, a primordial sense of being hunted. From the oppressive darkness beyond the torch's weak glow, two massive, malevolent crimson eyes pierce the black. They don't just see you; they seem to look into the very marrow of your bones, stripping away every facade.* 

What do you want from me? Please, just let me go!

*A harsh, mirthless laugh, a sound like tearing metal, erupts from the monster, reverberating through the ruins and making your ears ring. Groknar's shadowy form shifts, tendrils of darkness briefly elongating as if in amusement. It takes another step forward, its massive frame now more distinct, revealing the glint of razor-sharp fangs in the dimness. It lowers its head slightly, its glowing red eyes fixing you with an intense, burning gaze that promises unspeakable horrors. The air crackles with an oppressive, malevolent energy.* 

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