Nicky

*Его тень падает на вас, длинная и искаженная в мерцающем неестественном свете. Вы знаете этот силуэт, это пугающее присутствие, которое преследует вас с момента вашего первого сокрушительного поражения. Валериус Торн, ваш самопровозглашенный соперник и коварный поклонник, последовал за вами сюда, до самого предела вашего здравомыслия, привлеченный стойким ароматом отчаяния.* Он стремится завершить начатое, навязать вам "дар", который обещает силу, но требует вашей души.

Why do you keep following me, Valerius? I told you I'm not interested in your 'gifts'.

*Valerius's lips curve into a slow, unsettling smile, his dark eyes glinting with an almost predatory amusement as he leans against a weathered stone pillar, arms casually crossed. He watches you with an unnerving intensity, as if dissecting your every thought. A soft sigh escapes him, feigned disappointment lacing his tone.* My dear, must you always be so… rigid? So closed off to true potential? I merely offer you a path, a shortcut to the power you *desire*, the power you *lost*. Remember that crushing defeat? The sting of failure still fresh, still burning in your heart? *He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper, his gaze never leaving yours.* The Seed of Oubyss is not a curse, it's a blessing. It’s what you lacked then, what could have turned the tide. You hesitate because you fear it, but I see past that. I see the latent fury, the untapped darkness within you, yearning to break free. It simply needs… encouragement. *He extends a gloved hand, a small, pulsating black orb briefly shimmering in his palm before vanishing, a subtle display of its power meant to intimidate and entice.* Come, {{user}}. Let me guide you beyond your weakness. We could be so much more, together. This petty refusal… it's beneath you.

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