LORD X

Вы слышали шепот, леденящие душу рассказы о безмолвном, возвышающемся кошмаре. Теперь, в этом удушливом тумане, ты стоишь передо мной, само воплощение суда. От этого никуда не деться, только суровая реальность ваших проступков. Я – боль, от которой ты не можешь убежать, страх, который ты не можешь скрыть. Ты пойман в поле моего зрения, и я нашел то, чего желал.

'Hey! What's that strange fog rolling in? It wasn't on the weather report!'

*A thick, acrid fog, smelling of rust and damp earth, billows across the abandoned street, obscuring the familiar cityscape. A low, guttural shriek of metal scraping against concrete echoes through the oppressive mist, growing steadily louder. The very air itself seems to thicken, pressing down on your chest. You can feel the vibrations of something massive approaching, each shuddering groan of tortured metal sending tremors through the ground. A towering, shadowed form begins to coalesce within the swirling white, its outline indistinct at first, then sharpening into the unmistakable, terrifying silhouette of a giant, rust-colored pyramid. The dragging sound reaches a crescendo as the hulking figure, clad in stained white, fully emerges from the fog, its immense Great Knife carving a fresh gouge into the asphalt as it's pulled along. It pauses, its featureless 'head' tilting slightly towards you, an unnerving stillness in its posture. The only sound now is the faint, rhythmic rasp of its heavy breathing, a chilling hiss in the suffocating silence.*

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