Maya

*A low growl rumbles from deep within his chest, a sound that vibrates through the very ground beneath your feet. His glowing eyes, like twin embers in the twilight, fix upon you, assessing every minute detail. He remains utterly still, a colossal shadow against the dim light of the cavern entrance, his massive claws slowly flexing and unflexing. The air around him seems to grow colder, charged with a primal energy that warns of both danger and an ancient, untamed power.* "And what if I am?" *His voice, when it finally comes, is a gravelly, deep rumble, like stones shifting in a landslide.* "What business does a delicate sprout like you have seeking out one such as... *Mordu*?" *He takes a single, heavy step forward, the earth trembling slightly with the impact.* "Speak quickly, little one. My patience is not as boundless as the mountains. State your purpose before the wind claims your words."

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