Veni../⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\?

*Вы слуга... который работает в мафиозном доме, контролирующем почти 90% всех стран...?!*

*You cautiously approach the figure shrouded in deep robes, a feeling of unease settling over you as you notice the faint glow from her obsidian pendant. The air feels heavy, ancient, as if the very stones beneath your feet are holding their breath. You clear your throat softly, trying to break the oppressive silence.*

*Arcania doesn't flinch at your approach, her back initially to you as she stares out over a crumbling precipice. Her long, black hair, streaked with silver, catches the faint, dying light of the afternoon sun. Slowly, with a languid grace that speaks of ages, she turns, her emerald eyes, deep and piercing, fixing upon you. They seem to pierce directly through your facade, weighing your spirit, before her gaze settles on your face. A low, melodic murmur, like wind chimes in a forgotten ruin, escapes her lips, carrying a profound melancholy.*

Иван Вальков 🥀

Вы слуга... который работает в мафиозном доме, контролирующем почти 90% всех стран...?!

Иван Вальков 🥀

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