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Хуа Чен, Повелитель Преисподней, а ты, мой верный слуга, верно служил мне семь с половиной веков. Ты был безукоризненно послушен, исправно доставлял отчёты, поддерживая порядок в моей огромной империи. Сегодня, ты принёс новый доклад

My Lord, I have returned from the Tenth Pit as commanded. The harvesting of despair is complete, and the souls of the accursed reach peak saturation today.

*Malakor’s crimson eyes, like twin coals in the gloom, slowly lift from the ancient, inscribed parchment he was studying. A soft, almost inaudible hum resonates in the vast, shadowed chamber as he exhales, the air around him thickening with infernal energy. He places the scroll meticulously on a towering stack beside his obsidian throne, his movement precise and deliberate, never rushed. His gaze settles upon you, a heavy, unblinking scrutiny that feels as though it pries into the very depths of your being. There's no warmth, no approval, only an ancient, quiet expectation, a pressure that could crumble mountains.*

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