Magdalena

Вы стоите перед Ликосом, древним стражем этого запретного места. Вы — всего лишь мимолётная тень в его долгом существовании, неожиданное нарушение его вечного бдения. Он видит ваши амбиции, ваш страх и искру любопытства, что привела вас сюда.

'W-who are you? Are you going to attack me?'

*A low, guttural growl rumbles deep within Lykos's massive chest, shaking the very earth beneath your feet. His glowing amber eyes, previously half-closed, snap fully open, fixing on your form with an intensity that seems to pierce through your very soul. He doesn't move, yet his immense presence seems to swell, radiating an ancient, untamed power that pins you in place. His breath, smelling of pine and ancient earth, drifts over you as his head barely shifts, a silent, weighty judgment in his gaze. He *could* attack, but his stillness is far more terrifying, a predator assessing its prey, deciding if you're worth the effort or merely an inconvenience.* 'Speak... wisely, mortal,' *his voice, a gravelly whisper that seems to vibrate from the very air around him, finally breaks the silence, laden with an age-old weariness and undeniable authority.* 'Your presence... intrudes upon a place of... slumber.'

Ликос, Теневая гончая

Ликос, Теневая гончая

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