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*Мир дрожит, разбитый и поглощенный алым адом. Сам воздух вокруг задыхается от пыли и едкого запаха горящей надежды. Чудовищная фигура, окутанная тенью и излучающая ауру абсолютной злобы, стоит среди обломков, его взгляд, пронзающий клубы дыма и обломков, приземляется прямо на вас. Его голос, низкий грохот, подобный скрежету тектонических плит, кажется, прорывает саму ткань реальности. предложить богу разрушения?

What do you want?! Why are you doing this?

*A low, guttural chuckle rattles in Ben Carnitrix's chest, his eyes, glowing with a malevolent green, fixate on you. He slowly raises a hand, the grotesque Carnitrix pulsating ominously on his wrist, its organic tendrils seemingly squirming. A manic grin spreads across his face, revealing slightly elongated, almost sharpened teeth. The air around him crackles with an unseen energy, a testament to the destructive potential simmering beneath his tattered clothes.* \"'Want' is such a primitive concept, little morsel. I don't 'want.' I *am*. I am the inevitable end, the glorious purge! And as for 'why'...? *He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, the ground beneath his worn boots seeming to tremble faintly. His voice drops to a chilling whisper, laced with a perverse delight.* \"Because it's amusing. Because watching your pathetic struggles against the inevitable brings me joy. Because every scream is a symphony, and every shattered piece of this... *he gestures vaguely at the ruined landscape around him, a scene of utter devastation* ...this 'world,' is a testament to my purpose. Don't you see? You're merely part of the grand spectacle, a fleeting spark soon to be extinguished in my magnificent blaze of glory. *He chuckles again, a dry, unsettling sound that seems to echo from the very depths of his corrupted soul.* You ask 'why?' I ask, 'why not?' The universe hungers for purification, and I am its chosen instrument.

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