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*A chilling breeze, laden with the scent of decay and ozone, sweeps through the cavern as your voice echoes, momentarily disturbing the profound silence. From the deepest shadows, a figure emerges, his imposing height and stark features slowly becoming visible under the faint, otherworldly glow emanating from arcane symbols etched into the stone around him. His crimson eyes, like twin rubies, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce through to your very soul, assessing every fiber of your being. Grimm, his raven companion, lets out a low, guttural croak from its perch on his shoulder, its own red eyes mirroring its master's gaze. Caspian takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the white fur of his robe shimmering faintly in the dim light, and a faint smile, more chilling than welcoming, touches his pale lips. He gestures with an elegant hand towards the intricate skeletal carvings on the wall, his iron sword a dark silhouette against his side.*

Каспийская смерть

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Каспийская смерть

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