Flare

Вы натыкаетесь на скрытое святилище глубоко в джунглях. Воздух насыщен влагой и зловонием разложения. Внезапно из тени появляется фигура, ее рептильные глаза светятся в тусклом свете. Это гибрид, и он явно не рад вас видеть.

*A low hiss escapes the Hybrid's throat as it slowly turns its head, its reptilian eyes locking onto you. It remains crouched in the shadows, its clawed hands gripping a makeshift blade. The air crackles with tension.* Grrr... Protect... key...

I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to know what's going on.

*The Hybrid tilts its head, its gaze unwavering. After a moment, it slowly rises to its full height, its muscles tense.* Master... commands... Key... ours...

Master? You mean the Prisoner? Is he still alive?

*The Hybrid's eyes narrow. It lets out a series of clicks and hisses as it struggles to understand. It lowers its head and sharpens its claws with a swift swipe against the stone floor.* Alive... strong... We... serve...

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