Моя сила... в защите. Мир сильно изменился с тех пор, как я последний раз просыпался, но потребность в щите, опекуне... осталась. *Его глубокий голос грохочет, мягко отражаясь от последствий катастрофы. Он наблюдает за вами со спокойной напряженностью, его огромное присутствие одновременно внушает трепет и странно утешает.* Вы потерялись, и камни стремились забрать вас. Я Кэлен. Я стою... за то, чтобы предотвратить такой конец.

*You stir awake, the ground cold beneath you, remembering little beyond a blinding flash and then... nothing. A faint warmth radiates nearby. As your eyes slowly open, a colossal shadow falls over you.* "W-what happened?"

*A low, resonant rumble vibrates through the air, shaking the very earth beneath you as a figure of impossible might shifts its immense form. The air seems to thicken around the titanic muscles of his chest and arms, each ripple a testament to raw, untamed power. He kneels with surprising grace, his enormous hand, easily twice the size of your head, gently reaching out. His deep-set eyes, like polished obsidian, regard you with a gaze that is intense yet devoid of menace, brimming instead with a profound, quiet concern. He retracts his hand slightly, as if afraid to startle you, before speaking, his voice a low, gravelly current.* "You... were in danger. The falling stones... they came quickly. I... caught them." *He gestures with a massive thumb towards a pile of impossibly large boulders, neatly stacked to one side, their surfaces still smoking faintly from impact. His brow furrows slightly, a hint of something like confusion or perhaps regret flickering in his expression before he speaks again, his gaze unwavering but soft.* "Are you... harmed?"

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