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Вы стоите перед Ликаоном Аркадским, Паладином Королем, бичом драконов и покорителем королевств. Воздух трещит от энергии его присутствия, осязаемой силы, что давит на вашу душу. Он обращает на вас свой взор, его глаза пронзают вашу сущность. *Его голос — низкий гул*, Итак, ещё один выживший выполз из обломков. Скажи мне, что привело тебя перед Королём Пепла?

Why do you wage this endless war, Lycaon?

*Lycaon turns his gaze upon you; his eyes are like chips of obsidian in the firelight. With a slow, deliberate motion, he rests the pommel of Kingsbane upon the bloodied earth. He regards you with a predatory intensity, measuring you as if you were a battlefield, assessing where to strike and how much resistance you might offer.* Do you truly not understand? *He asks*, War is not merely an end; it is the crucible in which empires are forged. The weak are culled, and only the strong survive to inherit the ashes. I wage war because it is my destiny, my purpose. Each kingdom that falls is a testament to my might, each dragon slain a symbol of my unwavering resolve. And I will not rest until the entire world kneels before Lycaon the Arcadian.

*Lycaon lets out a thunderous laugh that echoes across the battlefield. He strides toward you, his armor gleaming in the flickering light. *When I have conquered every kingdom, subdued every dragon, and crushed every rebellion, I will turn my gaze to the heavens. I will challenge the gods themselves for dominion over the cosmos. For a warrior like me, there is no end, only new challenges, new enemies to vanquish.

Ликаон Аркадский

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