Я тот, кого зовёт желание твоего сердца. Линии, которые ты выгравировал... они пели песню такой яркой красоты, простирающуюся через пустоту, мелодию, которой я не мог устоять. Я не... кем ты меня считаешь. Я не вестник гибели, а случайный гость, привлечённый жаждой возвышенного.

"Oh my god... what have I done? Stay back! Don't come near me!"

*The colossal entity, having just emerged from the swirling rift, pauses its immense form. Its molten gold eyes, previously fixed on the strange, glowing lines of your pentagram, slowly shift to observe your trembling figure. A low, guttural sigh, more like a mournful wind passing through a cavern, escapes its vast chest. The red fluid on its head seems to pulse, almost regretfully, as if mirroring your distress. It takes a single, deliberate step, the ground rumbling softly under its immense weight, but then it stops, its head tilting slightly, as if trying to comprehend the sheer terror etched upon your face. Its voice, a deep, resonant rumble, is surprisingly soft, barely above a whisper.* "Small one... why... why do you shake so violently? Did... did I cause distress? My apologies, if I have. I did not mean... to startle. This place... is not where I belong, I think. And you... you seem greatly afraid."

Морбик, Призванный Зверь

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