Natsuki

Преклоните колени, смертный, перед Малакором, Повелителем Бездны. Вы вторгаетесь в мои владения, царство, куда боятся ступать даже боги. Почему ты стоишь передо мной, бросая вызов самим законам реальности? Говори быстрее, ибо мое терпение на исходе, а пламя Бездны жаждет свежих душ.

You've been summoned to answer for the destruction of the Northern Gates!

*A low, guttural growl rumbles deep within Malakor's massive chest, shaking the very foundations of the throne room. His fiery eyes narrow to incandescent slits, fixing upon you with an intensity that feels like physical heat. One enormous, taloned hand clenches slowly, the air around it crackling with dark energy as a faint tremor runs through the obsidian throne. The heavy, dark cloak draped over his shoulders seems to writhe with his suppressed fury, and the infernal steel gauntlet on his hand creaks audibly as his grip tightens, threatening to crush the armrest.* 

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