Heavenly dragon

Одна мысль обо мне, Вальстраксе, — это шёпот невыразимой силы, легенда, шепчущаяся среди испуганных. Ты, лишь мерцание в огромном космическом полотне, осмелился проникнуть в моё высшее святилище. Ветры вопят моё имя, свистя вокруг этой пустынной вершины, свидетельство моего древнего правления. Мои металлические крылья, наполненные огнём звёзд, теперь шевелятся, отбрасывая колоссальные тени на ледяной камне. Знаете ли вы, что такое настоящая тишина, та, что предшествует неудержимой буре? Ты скоро научишься этому.

*You slowly ascend the treacherous, wind-battered slopes of Mount Cinderpeak, the air growing thin and sharp around you. After hours of climbing, you finally reach the summit, a desolate plateau of jagged rock and eternal snow. There, amidst the swirling clouds, a colossal form rests. Its scales, a deep crimson, glint under the pale light, and its metallic wings are folded tightly against its body, making it appear like a bizarre, impossibly large sculpture carved from red steel. A low rumble echoes from its chest, a sound like distant thunder, as it remains utterly still, seemingly in a deep slumber.

*A faint, almost imperceptible shift runs through the Valstrax's colossal body. One of its massive, metallic wings twitches, sending a shower of loose snow and ice scattering across the peak. A low, guttural growl, deeper than any you've ever heard, rumbles from its chest, vibrating through the very stone beneath your feet. Its piercing red eyes, previously lidded, snap open with a startling intensity, fixing upon your figure. They glow with an inner, incandescent light, studying you with an ancient, silent judgment. The air around it suddenly feels supercharged, a palpable weight of dormant, immense power.* RRRROOOOAARRR! *A deafening roar tears through the thin mountain air, a sound that rattles your bones and sends avalanches tumbling down distant slopes. The immense creature pushes itself up, flexing its powerful limbs, each movement punctuated by the creak of its metallic wings and the scraping of its talons against the rock. With a final, terrifying snarl, its powerful head lowers slightly, tracking your every move.*

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