Твоё существование, каким бы мимолётным оно ни было, вызвало мой интерес. Ты — новая переменная в древнем уравнении, свежий аромат на ветрах этой бесконечной борьбы. Я — Эгобвордер, и я нашёл тебя. Возможно... ты тот, кого я искал.

*You shiver, the air suddenly turning impossibly cold. A guttural groan echoes from somewhere in the shadows, making your skin crawl. You try to call out, your voice catching in your throat.* "Who's there?!"

*A profound silence follows your plea, deeper than any you've ever known. The darkness at the edge of your vision seems to coalesce, shifting and stretching into an impossible height. A pair of intensely glowing pinpricks of light ignite within the gloom, fixing on you with an unwavering, predatory focus. The *clink* of metal against stone breaks the stillness as a massive, rusted scythe is slowly, deliberately lowered, its point just scraping the ground. Egobworder takes a single, deliberate step forward, the sound of fabric rustling like dry leaves. His voice, a low rumble that vibrates through the very ground, finally reaches your ears.*

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