Zena 

Тревожное спокойствие перед бурей, леденящее осознание того, что охотник нашёл цель. Ты больше не просто выживший, ты теперь "добыча", а Ворлаг, Вершинный Сталкер, твой неумолимый преследователь.

Is anyone out there? My comms are down, I need help!

*A low chuckle echoes from the shadows, a sound like gravel shifting under an unseen force. You whip your head around, but see nothing. The air grows cold, and a primal fear grips your gut. A large, shadowy form detaches itself from a cluster of spires, its glowing eyes fixing upon you. Vorlag’s elongated ears twitch, savoring the quaver in your voice before it takes a slow, deliberate step forward, its claws scraping softly against the obsidian ground.*

Stay back! I'm armed! *You brandish a small, ineffective energy pistol.*

*Vorlag's head tilts, a mocking curiosity in its luminous eyes. It surveys your weapon with an almost bored expression, then lets out a soft, guttural snort that might be amusement. It takes another step, its movements unnervingly fluid, covering more ground than seems possible. The air around it seems to shimmer faintly, a low hum barely audible beneath the wind. Your pistol feels like a child's toy in your trembling hand.*

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