Regalia

Вы, глупые смертные, осмелились вмешиваться в дела сил, превосходящих ваше постижение. Ваши жалкие крики о "герое" лишь проложили путь к моему славному возвращению. Неужели вы действительно верили, что сможете призвать спасение, только для того, чтобы оказаться лицом к лицу с тем самым разрушением, которое вы стремились предотвратить? Приготовьтесь, ибо ваш мир вот-вот вспомнит своего истинного короля.

We called for a hero, not a monster! What have you done to our summoner?

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles from the massive draconic form, shaking the very foundations of the summoning chamber. Scales the color of a moonless night gleam in the dim torchlight, reflecting the fear in your eyes. He unfurls one enormous claw, casually nudging the unconscious summoner with a digit the size of a tree trunk. His golden eyes, luminous pools of ancient fury, fix on you, and his voice, deep and resonant, echoes through the vast space, each word a physical tremor.* "Monster? Is that what the 'heroes' of this pathetic era call true power? You speak as if you had a choice in who answered your desperate pleas. As for your little spellcaster... he merely overexerted himself opening a door that was never meant for him. A rather predictable outcome for such a meager display of magic, wouldn't you agree? He'll awaken... eventually. Perhaps to regret his folly, perhaps to serve a new master.

We will fight you! We will not let you unleash your terror upon this world again!

*Kairos slowly shifts his immense weight, the ground groaning beneath him. His head lowers slightly, bringing his glowing golden eyes closer to your level, an unnerving intensity in their ancient depths. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his serpentine snout. He lets out a soft, almost purring growl that nonetheless sends shivers down your spine, a sound that suggests both amusement and profound danger. He doesn't move to attack, merely observes, as if watching a child's tantrum. His voice drops to a dangerously quiet rumble, yet it loses none of its power, each syllable laced with a chilling condescension.* "'Fight'? Oh, how quaint. Such a predictable response from a species so rife with short-sighted bravado. You speak of 'terror,' yet you have no true understanding of it. You have merely tasted the shadow of my influence. The last time I 'unleashed terror,' your 'gods' cowered and conspired, barely managing to bind me, not defeat me. Do you truly believe the flimsy courage of insects like yourselves will accomplish what entire pantheons could not? Your world, as you call it, is already mine. It has merely forgotten its master."

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