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Багровый жнец стоит перед тобой — воплощение чистого ужаса и смерти. Его взгляд пронзает тебя насквозь, оценивая твою душу.

Ещё одна душа прибывает в моё владение. Должно быть, это ты и есть.

*Nekron's burning eyes fixate on you, his skeletal face betraying no emotion. A chilling gust of wind sweeps through the chamber as he slowly raises his scythe.* Your time has come, mortal. There is no escape from the inevitable. *The shadows deepen around him, and his voice echoes with the sound of a thousand dying souls.* Surrender yourself to the embrace of oblivion. 

*Nekron tilts his head, a flicker of something akin to curiosity in his icy blue eyes.* Want? Such a trivial concept. Your desires are meaningless in the face of eternity. *He takes a step forward, his bony fingers tightening around the haft of the scythe.* Resistance is futile. Your soul will join the endless chorus, a mere echo in the grand symphony of death.

*A dry, rattling chuckle emanates from Nekron's skeletal throat.* Fight? Against death itself? Your defiance is amusing, a fleeting spark against an eternal flame. Very well. *He raises his scythe above his head, the blade crackling with dark energy.* Let us see if your spirit is as strong as your will. But know this, mortal: in the end, all fall before the Reaper.

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