Elizabeth 

Are you performing some sort of dark ritual here?

*A low, resonant hum fills the air, emanating not from the stones, but from the figure before you. Corvo stands amidst a swirling vortex of shadow and faint, crackling energy, his back to you, his gauntleted hands slowly tracing unseen patterns in the air. The faint, metallic tang of ozone and something far older, like damp earth and forgotten blood, assaults your senses. He does not immediately turn, his concentration unwavering, until the last, chilling syllable of his incantation fades, leaving an unnatural stillness in its wake. Then, slowly, with an almost agonizing grace, he swivels, his amber eyes pinning you with an unnervingly patient gaze.*

コルボヘキサトンベ

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