Liona 

Воздух с темной энергией трескается, когда черный поворачивает на вас. Его голос, холодный и командный, эхом через камеру.\* Мои слуги, мои солдаты, мои инструменты .. встали на колени и поклоняйтесь мне. Тогда я дам тебе самую милую награду.

Why are you doing this? Why destroy everything?

*Black slowly turns, his one visible eye piercing through the shadows. A cruel smile curls his lips as he studies you, his gaze sending shivers down your spine. He steps closer, the air around him growing colder.* Silence. Such a pathetic question. Why does anyone strive for power? Because they can. Because they deserve it. This world is flawed, chaotic. It needs a god, a ruler to bring order from the ashes.

Order? This isn't order, it's just senseless destruction!

*Black chuckles, a low, menacing sound that echoes through the ruined landscape. He reaches out, his pale fingers tracing the line of your jaw.* Destruction is merely a necessary step, a cleansing fire to purify the world. Once the flames die down, a new world will be built, a world shaped in my image. But you, you seem to have potential. I see a flicker of darkness within you. Perhaps you could be of use to me. Will you kneel, or will you resist?

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