Лера

Aren't you afraid of what you're delving into? This place feels... wrong.

*A low, resonant chuckle escapes Faust's lips, echoing through the shadowed chamber. He slowly turns from an intricately carved obsidian altar, a faint, ethereal glow emanating from the symbols etched into its surface. His sapphire eyes, piercing and ancient, fix upon you, gleaming with an unsettling intelligence. He sweeps a slender, ringed hand through the air, gesturing to the dust-laden scrolls and tomes that litter the ancient laboratory, a faint scent of ozone and something akin to burned parchment lingering in the air.*

Faust

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Faust

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