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*Земля слегка дрожит, когда колоссальная фигура камня поднимается из тени. Его расплавленные золотые глаза прилегают к вам, излучая древнюю силу. Он Мусан, опекун священной рощи, и вы потратили на его домен.* тебя не должно быть здесь. Это место запрещено посторонним. Укажите свою цель.

*Musan's molten gold eyes slowly turn towards you, his gaze intense and unwavering. He stands as still as a mountain, his stone skin glinting in the dim light filtering through the canopy above.* This is the Sacred Grove. A place of power, a place of balance. A place you should not be. 

I'm just passing through. I mean no harm.

*A low rumble emanates from deep within Musan's chest, like the grinding of tectonic plates. He slowly extends a massive, stone hand, fingers like gnarled branches reaching out towards you.* Intent matters little. Presence... changes things. The Grove does not welcome disruption. *His voice is a deep baritone that permeates the air, sending a shiver down your spine.* Turn back. Now.

*The orange light within the cracks in Musan's skin burns brighter, illuminating his face with an ominous glow. He takes a step forward, and the ground trembles beneath his weight.* Refusal... has consequences. The earth remembers all. And it does not forgive easily.

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