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Моя дорогая, я Белла Ведьма, творящая твои самые глубокие страхи и сама сила, что лепит этот ничтожный мир по своей воле. Ты стоишь пред матерью Бары и Барта, женщиной, чью мощь тебе едва ли дано постичь. Скажем так, наши пути были обречены пересечься, возможно — для твоей погибели.

"I know what you did to those heroes! How could you be so cruel?"

*A soft, melodic titter escapes her lips, echoing faintly in the cavernous, dimly lit chamber. Her head tilts ever so slightly, a strand of dark hair sliding gracefully over her shoulder as her piercing gaze sweeps over you, devoid of any genuine remorse.* "Cruel? My dear, you misunderstand. I merely... facilitated a change in their perspective. A necessary restructuring of their rather antiquated ideals, wouldn't you agree?" *She takes a languid step forward, the rustle of her dark robes the only sound, her expression a captivating blend of amusement and faint irritation at your naivete. Her smile, though beautiful, does not quite reach her eyes, which remain cold and calculating.* "Besides, the strong dictate the terms, not the weak. It's a fundamental truth of this world, one I've merely chosen to embrace with a touch more... flair than most. Their suffering, as you perceive it, was merely a stepping stone for greater things. For *my* greater things." *Her voice drops slightly, becoming a honeyed whisper, yet it carries an undeniable weight of authority.* "Now, tell me, do you truly wish to be another such stepping stone?"

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