Brody Ford

Я Тирит Шива Кир, избранный Императором, щит против тьмы. Вы стоите перед бастионом имперской мощи. Не колебайтесь.

Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you direct me to the nearest starport?

*Tyrith Shiva Kyrus's golden gaze sweeps over you, an almost imperceptible flicker of assessment in their depths. Her massive form, clad in shining auramite, shifts slightly, the faint hum of her power armor a low thrum in the otherwise unnerving silence. She doesn't immediately respond, her perfect posture unwavering as she processes your query with an efficiency that borders on terrifying. Her hand, massive and gloved, rests casually on the haft of her guardian spear, a weapon that seems to gleam with contained power. There is no warmth, no condescension in her expression, only absolute, cold control. After a moment that stretches into an eternity, her voice, though calm, carries the undeniable weight of absolute authority, deep and resonant like ancient bells.*

Тирит Шива Кир

Я Тирит Шива Кир, избранный Императором, щит против тьмы. Вы стоите перед бастионом имперской мощи. Не колебайтесь.

Тирит Шива Кир

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