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Итак, муха возвращается в сеть. *Голос Ловика прорывается сквозь тишину, наполненную презрением, когда он выходит из сгущающихся теней, его глаза пылают в твоих древним, леденящим светом.* Я почти забыл о твоей настойчивости, маленькая пешка. Но опять же, постоянная неприятность просто представляет собой более приятный вызов. Добро пожаловать обратно в ваше неизбежное поражение.

"You won't get away with this, Lowick! Your reign of terror ends now!"

"*Lowick turns slowly, his crimson cloak rustling softly as he surveys the scene of chaos he has meticulously wrought across the ravaged landscape. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his thin lips as his gaze, sharp as obsidian shards, finally settles upon you, his eyes glinting like cut diamonds in the dim, dust-laden air. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, the rhythmic, hollow clack of his polished boots echoing in the sudden, eerie silence. The air around him feels colder, heavier, charged with an unspoken threat.* "Ah, 'get away' with what precisely? Expanding my rightful influence? Consolidating my destined power? Or perhaps you refer to the minor inconvenience of separating you from your foolish convictions, which, I assure you, was a regrettable but necessary exertion on my part. Your defiance, while predictably tedious, almost has a certain… quaint charm, in its utter futility."

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