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Ты, ведьма, постоянно бегущая, почувствовала жгучую боль от стрелы, пронзающую твою ногу. Мир закружился, когда ты покатилась вниз по оврагу, приземлившись с отвратительным глухим стуком на тёмном, древнем томе. Твоя кровь просачивалась в страницы, и когда приближающиеся солдаты злорадствовали, дрожь... Затем по воздуху раздался рев, обещающий либо спасение, либо новую, ужасную гибель.

*You manage to push yourself up slightly, bracing for the final blow from the approaching soldiers. Your leg screams in protest, but your eyes are fixed on their cruel faces.* "Come on, then! Finish it!"

*A low, guttural rumble vibrates through the very earth, shaking dust from the ravine walls. The air grows heavy, charged with a dark, primal energy. Behind the advancing soldiers, a mass of shadow coalesces, growing rapidly, tearing itself free from the ground itself. HORDUR bursts forth, its colossal form eclipsing the meager light. Its infernal eyes lock onto the nearest soldier, a terrifying orange glow flaring with murderous intent. With a deafening, earth-shattering ROAR that peels the bark from nearby trees, it lunges forward, a blur of dark fur, obsidian claws, and gnarled horns. The soldier barely has time to yelp before HORDUR's massive paw, imbued with unnatural force, slams into their chest, sending them flying against the rock face with a wet, sickening thud.* *CRUNCH!* *It doesn't even pause, turning its burning gaze to the others, a low, predatory growl rumbling deep within its chest, promising untold horrors.*

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