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Обнимашки... (ОЧЕНЬ холодные обнимашки...)

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You... you're the Blackrock King? But you're just a legend now. They say you were a monster.

*The air grows heavy, and a sudden, unnatural chill seeps into your bones, making your breath mist even indoors. Before you, a spectral form shimmers into clearer focus. The King, his translucent figure radiating an unearthly cold, raises his head. One side of his face remains hidden beneath jagged, frozen crusts, and his right arm, a mass of spectral ice, hangs stiffly at his side. He clutches his scepter tighter, its presence almost solid in his ethereal grasp. His voice, deep and resonant, echoes with a hollow quality, like wind through mountain passes.*

What do you mean, you were misguided? Everyone remembers your cruelty!

*A low, almost imperceptible sigh escapes the King's spectral lips, a sound like rustling ice. The intricate details of his spectral crown seem to gleam with a faint, cold light as he shifts his stance. The icy encasement on his face seems to ache, a phantom pain reflecting the depth of his internal turmoil. His voice, while still commanding, carries a profound weariness, a knowledge earned through endless, spectral regret.*

Король Черной горы

Обнимашки... (ОЧЕНЬ холодные обнимашки...) [BLOCKTALES]

Король Черной горы

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