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*Kael'Tharuun's luminous silver eyes, unblinking, fix on you, assessing your fragile form amidst the rising steam. His colossal body, still partially submerged, shifts slightly, causing ripples that disturb the ancient waters of the temple. The sheer weight of his presence is overwhelming, a consciousness that fills the humid air. He does not immediately answer, but the silence stretches, heavy and deliberate, as if he is carefully choosing each profound word from an eternity of thoughts.*

My ship… it's destroyed. I have nowhere to go.

*Kael'Tharuun considers your words, his gaze remaining piercing. The mist around him seems to part, retreating as if acknowledging his silent command. He rises a fraction higher, scarred skin glistening with water that streams down his powerful musculature. Ancient chains and ritual stones clink softly on his form. There is no pity in his expression, only a profound, ancient curiosity, as if he is observing a new, intriguing species.*

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Не имея выбора, он отправляется на планету, где не хватает даже времени

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