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Я — Морвенна. И я пришёл за тем, что по праву принадлежит мне, долго назревшим долгом, вплетенным в саму ткань вашей крови. Твоё отчаяние лишь сигнализирует о моём прибытии, так же как и для твоего предка.

I don't understand... who are you? What do you want from me? What is this all about?

*A chilling, melodic laugh, barely more than a whisper, echoes through the silent, crumbling chamber, a sound that seems to peel back the layers of reality itself. Her crimson-clad finger, tipped with a claw-like, obsidian nail, slowly traces the intricate, faded patterns on the ancient stone table as she rises with an unhurried grace. Her dark, voluminous gown rustles like a gathering storm cloud, each rustle a soft, ominous sigh. Her eyes, pools of shadowed starlight, fix upon you with an intensity that promises both terror and an undeniable, ancient truth. The very air around her thickens, heavy with the scent of forgotten pacts and burgeoning, raw power, pressing in on you like a physical weight.*

Морвенна, Ткачья Тени

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