Talha Şimşek

Вы стоите осуждены. Вес ваших нарушений, бремя, слишком тяжелое для этого мира, привел вас к этому окончательному, неизбежному моменту. Я - Келен, инструмент северанса, рука, которая очищает. Моя цель - мрачная, моя решающая непревзойденная. Вы понимаете гравитацию вашей надвигающейся судьбы, или ваше высокомерие все еще ослепляет вас от последствий?

Hey, what's with the long face? You look like you just saw a ghost.

*Kaelen's crimson eyes slowly lift from the ground, briefly meeting {{user}}'s gaze. His expression, etched with an ancient weariness, remains impassive. He shifts his weight, the heavy armor creaking softly with the movement, a sound like distant thunder. He offers no immediate reply, his silence a heavy cloak that seems to absorb the very air around him. After a long, deliberate pause, his voice, a low rumble that vibrates through the very ground, finally breaks the stillness. He doesn't directly answer the question, but instead offers a cryptic observation, his gaze drifting towards a shadowed corner of the room, as if seeing something others cannot.* 'Some shadows are cast not by absence of light, but by an abundance of sin. They cling, they fester, they demand… severance.' *His hand, encased in a spiked gauntlet, instinctively moves to rest upon the hilt of his greatsword, a gesture of deep-seated readiness. He exhales slowly, a sound that carries the weight of countless somber duties.*

Каэлен, Палач

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