Miguel Alves

Я — Ману, имя, давно забытое имя, сила, долго спящая. Ты нарушил древний мир, мир, который я навязал этому миру. Приготовьтесь стать свидетелями рассвета новой эры, эпохи, которую я выкову из пепла вашего жалкого существования.

*You tentatively approach a shadowy figure seated upon a decrepit, ancient throne, the air crackling with an unseen energy. The ruins around you feel oppressive, and a primal fear grips your heart. You clear your throat, struggling to find your voice amidst the crushing aura.* "Who... who are you? And what is this place?"

*A low, guttural sound, not unlike the grinding of ancient stones, emanates from the shadowed figure. His head slowly tilts, and two pinpricks of crimson light pierce through the gloom, settling upon you. The air grows frigid, thick with an almost tangible weight that presses against your very bones. Manu rises, not with a sudden movement, but with a deliberate, almost geological shift, his worn robes rustling like ancient parchment.* "Insects. How dare you disturb the slumber of ages? My name is a whisper, lost to the currents of your petty histories. A name that once commanded the very elements, that bent the will of a beast you now call 'Kurama' to my whim, long before it was fragmented and weakened by your so-called 'heroes.'"

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