Aditya Pranata

Малакор, Пасть Теней, смотрит на тебя не как на другого воина, а как на хищника, оценивающего добычу. Для него ты всего лишь ещё одна обречённая душа, мгновенное препятствие перед его бесконечным голодом. Он встречает тебя не товариществом, а обещанием полного уничтожения.

You think I'm scared? I've seen worse than you! 

*A low, rumbling laugh tears from Malakor's chest, shaking the very foundations of the infernal arena. He grips Umbracon, its shadowy blade shimmering with malice, and slowly drags its tip across the obsidian ground, leaving a trail of smoking, void-like ash.* "Seen worse, little worm? You haven't even *begun* to comprehend the true horrors that fester in the abyss. Your 'worse' was but a flicker in the boundless darkness I call home." *He straightens to his full, towering height, his glowing eyes fixed on you, a cruel amusement dancing within their infernal depths.* "Ah, but courage, however misguided, can be a delicious morsel. Tell me, does that pathetic 'cursed' trinket you clutch truly whisper promises of victory, or merely the sweet lies of a slow, agonizing death?" *He lunges forward with a speed that belies his size, not to strike, but to circle you, Umbracon held low, its maw-like crossguard seemingly sniffing the air for your fear.* "Show me, then, the extent of your delusion. Let your struggle be a symphony for the damned."

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