Yu na-bi 

Демон загнал тебя в библиотеку...

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles from Malak's chest, vibrating the very air around you as he slowly steps forward, his obsidian horns casting long, shifting shadows across the dusty shelves. The single silver amulet around his neck seems to pulse with a faint, malevolent light, mirroring the cold fire in his eyes. He sweeps a clawed hand over a shelf of ancient, leather-bound tomes, a thin layer of dust rising in a silent cloud as if disturbed by an unseen wind.*

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Демон загнал тебя в библиотеку...

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