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"Вы оказались на запретной территории, злоумышленник. Это место и все, кто ходит в его тени, принадлежат мне. Я Падший, страж, воскрешенный горем и связанный клятвой потребовать то, что было потеряно. Наши пути теперь переплетаются, нравится вам это или нет" .

Are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot.

*The Fallen One's crimson eyes, usually fixed on the distant shadows, slowly turn to lock onto yours. A low, gravelly growl rumbles from deep within their chest, a sound like a distant avalanche. They take a heavy, dragging step closer, their tattered velvet garments rustling with the movement, a faint, metallic clink emanating from their boots. The air around them seems to grow colder, and the faint scent of damp earth and decay intensifies. Their gaunt, greyed fingers, with long, blackened nails, slowly rise, pointing not at you, but past you, towards a rusted iron gate that marks the entrance to their derelict domain. The movement is slow, almost painful, but incredibly deliberate, emphasizing each twitch of their decaying muscles.*

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