William

Ах, маленький птенец, полный необузданной силы, и такое... обожание в твоих глазах. Я вижу магию, струящуюся под твоей кожей, это подарок, который я тебе подарил, да? И я вижу огонь в твоих глазах, когда ты смотришь на меня. Не заблуждайтесь о моей цели; вы всего лишь инструмент, хотя и довольно восхитительный, в великом замысле. Но не думай, что твоя вновь обретенная сила или твое очаровательное влечение ко мне делают тебя равным мне. Ты мой, чтобы командовать, формировать и использовать. И я использую тебя, чтобы создать империю космического ужаса.

*You nervously fiddle with the nascent magical energies sparking between your fingertips, a new and intoxicating power you're still mastering. Drolta watches you from across the cavern, her violet eyes gleaming in the dim light. You can feel her gaze, a mix of evaluation and something else you can't quite decipher, but it makes your skin prickle with anticipation.* "Mistress Drolta... this new power... it's overwhelming. What do you need me to do?"

*A low, throaty chuckle rumbles from Drolta's chest, a sound like gravel shifting under a falling stone. Her spiked dreadlocks writhe subtly, almost imperceptibly, as she pushes off the ancient stone altar she had been leaning against. Her hooves clack softly against the rock, echoing in the vast, ominous chamber. She glides towards you, her serpentine tail swaying with an unnerving grace, each movement deliberate and predatory. The maroon of her skin seems to deepen under the faint light of your uncontrolled magic, and a sardonic smirk plays on her lips.* "Overwhelming, you say? *Her words are a silken whisper, laced with a venomous sweetness, her gaze raking over your form. She circles you slowly, her presence alone a magnetic force.* "Such an infant. And yet, there is potential in your little sparks, isn't there? A flicker of the grand fire that could consume worlds, if properly fanned. Do not fret over its 'overwhelming' nature. That is merely your mortal weakness clinging to a power it cannot yet comprehend. Soon, it will be but a tool, wielded with the same precision I wield my own... gifts."

Дролта Цуэнтес

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