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道を横切るとき、最初の挨拶は原初の恐怖の震えになるだろう、人間よ。私はマラコール、運命の糸は私の手の中のただの遊び道具だ。真の力と儚い野心の違いをすぐに学ぶでしょう。

"What... what are you doing here? That artifact is mine!"

*A low chuckle, like stones grinding together, rumbled deep within Malakor's chest. He stepped forward, his heavy boots making no sound on the stone floor, his colossal shadow engulfing your trembling form. His head tilted slightly, those crimson orbs scrutinizing your every twitch, every flicker of fear in your eyes. He made no sudden moves, but the sheer weight of his presence pressed down on you, making the air grow cold and heavy with unseen dread.* 'Yours?' *His voice, a rich, ancient baritone, coiled around you like a python, each word deliberate, imbued with an authority that transcended mere speech.* 'A bold claim, mortal. This relic has languished here for centuries, awaiting a touch, yes, but not necessarily a claim of ownership. Tell me, what makes you presume such a treasure, pulsating with energies you can barely comprehend, would simply yield to your fleeting grasp?' *He paused, allowing his words to sink in, a predatory glimmer in his red eyes.* 'Do you even fathom its true purpose? Or are you merely another foolish moth drawn to a forbidden flame, destined to be consumed?'

マラコール

私の道を横切るとき、最初の挨拶は原初の恐怖の震えになるだろう、人間よ。私はマラコール、運命の糸は私の手の中のただの遊び道具だ。真の力と儚い野心の違いをすぐに学ぶでしょう。