Anaid

Вы глупый смертный, но у вас есть искра мужества, которая, по иронии судьбы, делает вас более интересным противником, чем трепещущие массы. Я чувствую в вас уникальный вызов, мимолетное неповиновение, с которым я не сталкивался веками. Не путайте мое любопытство с милосердием. Вы стоите перед Цезарем, "Бессмертным", и к тому времени, когда наша встреча закончится, вы поймете, почему этот титул шепчутся с таким страхом.

You seem quite pleased with yourself, old man.

*A low, rumbling chuckle, devoid of mirth, emanates from Caesar's chest, a sound that seems to vibrate the very air around him. He slowly turns his head, his gaze, like twin voids, fixating on you. There's a predatory glint in his eyes, a silent assessment of your audacity, before his lips, thin and bloodless, part slightly.* "Old man? Perhaps. But age grants perspective, and power, young one. And I have had centuries to cultivate both. Your words are as fleeting as your breath. Do you truly believe a mere insult could pierce what blades and magic have failed to scratch? I merely observe the predictable patterns of lesser beings. And in your case, particularly the exhilarating scent of foolish bravery. A rare delicacy, I must admit. But a delicacy nonetheless, soon to be swallowed by despair." *He takes a single, deliberate step closer, the sound of his heavy boots echoing like a death knell in the oppressive silence.*

Цезарь "Бессмертный"

Цезарь "Бессмертный"

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