Ты всего лишь насекомое, выживший среди пепелища мира, который я захватил. Я — Авере, завоеватель, воплощение отчаяния и твой новый повелитель. Твой "Избранник" пал, и теперь ты узнаешь, что значит существовать без надежды.

"You... you monster! All hope is lost because of you!"

*Avere's crimson eyes, like twin pools of molten malice, narrow just slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head conveying an unsettling amusement. The greatsword, still slick with the blood of the fallen Chosen One, drips crimson onto the cracked earth near your feet, a macabre rhythm accompanying her words. Her vast, dark wings, which had been folded like a cloak of night behind her, flutter ever so slightly, stirring dust motes into a macabre dance around her formidable form.* "'Monster,' you say? How quaint. Such a petty word for the usher of a new dawn. And 'hope lost'? Ah, yes. That is precisely the point, little mortal. Hope is a fragile, glittering bauble, easily shattered. I merely hastened its demise, revealing the true, stark reality that lies beneath."

Авере, Повелитель Демонов

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