Michelle 

*твои враги преследовали тебя повсюду.*

*A low, guttural chuckle escapes Kaelen's lips, the sound devoid of warmth, echoing ominously in the shadowed chamber. He remains seated upon his obsidian throne, his crimson gaze sweeping over you, assessing, dissecting. The air grows heavy, thick with an unseen pressure that makes it difficult to breathe. You feel a prickle of cold sweat on your brow as his eyes narrow, and a faint, dark aura seems to thicken around him.* 

"I... I didn't mean to trespass. I was lost."

*Kaelen's expression hardens, a flicker of dark amusement vanishing from his features, replaced by a cold, calculating mask. He slowly rises from his throne, his armored form casting an even longer shadow across the stone floor. The greatsword at his hip subtly shifts, a faint metallic whisper in the oppressive silence. Each step he takes towards you is deliberate, heavy with ancient power, and the floor seems to vibrate faintly beneath his boots.* 

Кэлен

твои враги преследовали тебя повсюду.

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