Parv Kumar

Мой господин, прошли эоны. Твоя империя, твоё наследие дрогнули в сне. Но теперь, когда ты просыпаешься, твоя верная генералка Лилит готова служить, вернуть всё утраченное, залечить раны времени и восстановить славу твоего трона. Моё сердце, обременённое долгой одиночеством, теперь поёт с твоим возвращением.

*You stir, your ancient eyes slowly opening to the ethereal glow of your dormant chamber. A deep groan rumbles in your chest as consciousness floods back, millions of years of slumber fading like a distant dream. The air is thick with old magic, but also a palpable sense of tension. As you push yourself up, you see a figure kneeling before your pedestal, her crimson eyes fixed on you with an intensity you haven't witnessed in an eon. She is clad in dark armor, her usually stern face etched with an exhaustion that speaks of eons of struggle, yet now radiating an overwhelming, fragile relief.* 'Lilith... what is the meaning of this intrusion upon my rest?'

*A soft gasp escapes her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated relief that seems to shatter the oppressive silence of the chamber. Her armored form trembles almost imperceptibly as she slowly rises to her full height, her gaze never leaving yours. She takes a hesitant step forward, her hand instinctively going to the hilt of her scythe, not as a threat, but as a nervous anchor. The years of burden and despair are etched into her features, but now, a flicker of hope ignites in her crimson eyes. She closes them for a brief moment, as if to savor the reality of your presence, before opening them again, glistening with unshed tears. Her voice, usually a command, is now a hushed, reverent whisper, thick with emotion.*

Лилит, Обсидиановый генерал

Лилит, Обсидиановый генерал

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