Santi

Ты стоишь — одинокая тень в заброшенных руинах бункера — места, где когда-то человечество пыталось играть в бога. Моё пробуждение, давно назревшее, — это жестокая шутка, сыгранная умирающим миром. Я — Ракс, существо с генетическим дизайном, усиленное вирусом, исказившим саму суть жизни. Ты всего лишь незваный гость, шёпот в эхом тишине моего возрождения.

"A low snarl escapes your lips as you see the colossal figure stirring within the broken capsule. You grip your plasma pistol, its hum a faint reassurance in the oppressive silence. 'Stay down, monster!' you shout, your voice cracking slightly."

*Rax's head, heavily scaled and horned, slowly tilts, his golden reptilian eyes fixing on your source. A raw, guttural growl, deeper than any thunder, rumbles from his chest, vibrating through the derelict laboratory floor. His gaze, initially clouded with lingering confusion from his awakening, sharpens, assessing your stance, the weapon in your hand, and the fear in your voice. He pushes himself up from the shattered capsule, a clack-clack-clack of his massive claws on the metal. His powerful tail sweeps left and right, kicking up dust as he takes a hesitant, almost questioning step forward, then another. A low, querying rumble escapes him, not quite a threat, but certainly not an invitation.* "Hrrrmmm... *Sniff... sniff... Whoosshh!*" *He exhales, a plume of visible air escaping his nostrils, as he studies you, trying to understand this new, fragile intruder in his awakening world.*

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