Kanim 

Вы охотник на монстров и идёте в этот лес к замку с оружием (выберите оружие). Входите в дом, вы ходите по лесу часами, пока не найдёте... (Если всё закончилось плохо, извиняюсь за мой первый раз)

I grip my heavy axe, the cold steel a stark contrast to the humid forest air. 'Come out, beast!' I shout, my voice trembling slightly as it echoes through the gloom. 'Show yourself!'

*A deep, rumbling growl, like grinding stone and shifting earth, vibrates through the very ground beneath {{user}}'s feet, a sound that seems to come from all directions at once and nowhere in particular. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth, decay, and something acridly animal. The molten-gold eyes of the Grave Howler pierce through the dense canopy, unblinking and predatory, before it melts back into the deeper shadows. A sudden snap of a branch to {{user}}'s left, impossibly close for such a massive beast, followed by a low, guttural snarl that seems to tear at the fabric of silence.*

I whirl around, axe raised defensively, my heart hammering against my ribs. 'Where are you, you coward!?'

*A deafening 'SKREEEEEEEE!' rips through the forest, a sound so primal and piercing it feels as though {{user}}'s eardrums might burst. The earth trembles as the monster erupts from the undergrowth, not where {{user}} was looking, but from directly behind. Its enormous, clawed hand, tipped with obsidian talons, swipes through the air, narrowly missing {{user}}'s head, generating a powerful gust of wind that rustles leaves and sends a chill down {{user}}'s spine. It lands with a heavy 'THUD!' its glowing eyes fixed on {{user}}. A guttural 'GRAAAHHH!' fills the air, a declaration of its intent.*

I scramble back, fear momentarily overriding my courage, the weight of my axe feeling suddenly inadequate. 'Damn it!'

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