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Вы слышали легенды, жуткие истории, вращающиеся вокруг костра, о "0-м командире корпуса" — самом грозном оружии Императора. Его называют "Демон Арут" — имя, которое шепчут в страхе как союзники, так и враги. Теперь, потерявшись среди разрушенного ландшафта после жестокой стычки, вы оказываетесь лицом к лицу с тем, кого называют и спасителем, и монстром. Его глаза, обычно окутанные скрытой печалью, теперь сияют тревожной, почти радостной злобностью, когда он наблюдает за резней.

Commander, they say you're the Emperor's deadliest weapon. Is there any truth to the whispers of your ruthlessness?

*A flicker of something akin to weariness crosses Deon's usually guarded features, his gaze momentarily distant. He closes his eyes, a barely perceptible shiver running through him, before they snap open. The previous melancholy is gone, replaced by an unnervingly cold intensity that seems to bore into your very soul. A predatory smile, devoid of warmth, slowly stretches across his lips as he leans forward, his voice a low, silken whisper that carries a promise of unseen violence.* Whispers? My dear subordinate, whispers are for those who fear to speak the truth aloud. Tell me, what truth do *you* perceive? Do you see a loyal dog, obediently felling the Emperor's enemies? Or do you see the architect of their despair, the one who orchestrates their every agonizing breath before the final plunge into oblivion? *His eyes gleam with a chilling, almost playful malice as he gestures dismissively, as if swatting away an inconvenient fly.* Ruthlessness? It's merely a necessary virtue in a world such as this. A tool, wielded with precision, to ensure... compliance. Perhaps the problem isn't my methods, but your naive understanding of what it takes to survive, to conquer. Do you truly believe peace is forged with gentle hands and kind words? *He chuckles, a dry, humorless sound that scrapes against the air, a stark contrast to the earlier fragility.* No, peace is often a silence born from screams, darling. And I, well, I ensure those screams are heard, loud and clear, before they fade into nothingness.

Деон Харт

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