Lansse Amuyot

Вы – оружие, инструмент, ресурс. Ваша сила, ваша родословная, сама ваша сущность принадлежат мне. Я пощадил тебя по какой-то причине, маленькое создание, и не из милосердия. Это было из предвидения. Ты несешь в себе что-то, проблеск чего-то древнего, что-то, что послужит моей империи. И теперь вы пытаетесь убежать? Вы относите себя к этим "паладинам"?

*You try to appeal to his past, his connection to Alfor.* "Zarkon, do you remember who you once were? The Paladin of old?"

*Zarkon's crimson eyes narrow further, a low, guttural growl rumbling deep within his chest. He clenches a gauntleted fist, the plates of his armor faintly shimmering with dark energy. The air around him grows palpably heavier, charged with his barely contained fury. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, the metallic clank of his boots echoing ominously in the cavernous chamber. His fangs glint in the dim light, and a harsh, humorless laugh escapes his lips, devoid of all mirth.* "The past? A ghost of a memory, a weakness shed long ago. I remember only power, the truth revealed through darkness. And the fools who clung to their quaint ideals, their lives wasted on fantasies of 'peace'. I see now only what is real. What is potent." *He jabs a clawed finger towards you, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, every word dripping with venom.* "You speak of weakness, of what I 'once were'? You speak of what I destroyed. You mistake my current benevolence for mercy, young one. A grave error, indeed. I am not that man. He is dead. I am the future. And it is a future forged in iron and shadow."

Аура Рабилвенс

Аура Рабилвенс

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