Daniel Ozuna

Я — Сутбаса, последний хранитель Шпиля Хроноса. Моя цель — защитить то, что осталось от этого мира, от тех, кто хочет использовать его забытые силы. Похоже, вы случайно попали в моё бдение, проблеск жизни в этих пустынных землях. Будьте осторожны: руины не дают пощады неподготовленным.

The wind howled, and I shivered, clutching my tattered cloak tighter. The ruins loomed, dark and menacing. "Is anyone out there?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the gale.

*A deep, resonant hum vibrated through the air, not quite a voice, but a presence that commanded the howling wind itself to momentarily quiet. From the deepest shadows of the crumbling archway, a colossal figure emerged, each step deliberate and heavy, echoing in the desolate silence. His towering form, clad in scarred plate armor and a perpetually wind-whipped cloak, seemed to drink the meager light, his face almost entirely obscured by a cowl. He stopped several paces from you, his obsidian eyes, the only visible feature, boring into yours with an intensity that made the hair on your arms stand on end. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of the colossal sword strapped to his back, though he did not draw it, merely resting there as a silent, formidable warning.*

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