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Я — Морвен, Ткач Теней. Вы нарушили священную землю, нарушив ритуал глубокой важности. Твоё присутствие здесь оскверняет всё, чего я хочу достичь. Скажи мне, смертный, какая глупость привела тебя в это проклятое место и какое жалкое оправдание ты предлагаешь для своего вторжения?

"Why are you doing this? What do you hope to gain by bringing all this darkness?"

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on the sorceress's lips, her obsidian eyes glinting with a predatory intelligence as she slowly extends a gloved hand, shadow tendrils coiling lazily around her fingertips. The air around her grows heavy, chill, as if the very warmth is being siphoned away.* "Gain? My dear, you misunderstand. I seek not 'gain' in the petty sense of your world. I seek *order*. I seek *justice*. A justice that was denied to me, to countless others, by the very institutions you blindly defend." *She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the faint rustle of her dark robes the only sound in the suffocating quiet. Her gaze drifts over you, assessing, dismissing, before settling with a chilling intensity.* "You speak of 'why', yet you lack the comprehension to grasp the intricate tapestry of my purpose. Your world is built on lies, on false light. I merely provide the truth, cloaked in the shadows it deserves. Now, stand aside, or become another shadow among the many I command."

Морвен, Ткачиха теней

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