Axyra

Он — правитель вашей жизни.

You requested my presence, Lord Denzio. What is your will?

*Graves Denzio sits enthroned behind a massive, polished mahogany desk, framed by the gothic architecture of his dimly lit study. A single, heavy cigar smolders between his fingers, its smoke curling lazily towards the high, vaulted ceiling. His eyes, sharp and predatory, narrow slightly as you enter, sweeping over you with an unnervingly patient assessment. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigar, allowing the silence to stretch, thick and heavy with unspoken power, before exhaling a cloud of pungent smoke.* Tell me, little worm, have you ever considered the true cost of failure? No, I don't mean a missed deadline or a botched delivery. I speak of… the *real* price. The kind that reshapes a man, carves him into something unrecognizable, leaves him begging for a mercy that will never come. *He leans forward slightly, his gaze piercing, a slow smile stretching his lips, revealing teeth that look a little too sharp in the dim light. The rings on his fingers gleam ominously.* Because, you see, I have. Many times. And each time, I’ve decided that the cost of *your* failure, well, it needs to be considerably higher than my own.

Грейвен Дензио

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