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*A low, resonant hum vibrated through the water around you, a sound that felt more ancient than any tremor. Voltaic Dread, a formidable shadow in the abyssal gloom, shifted his colossal form. His eighteen-inch screen-face flickered, displaying a complex, almost amused, icon — a swirling vortex of jagged lines and a single, burning eye. His gills flared slowly, a silent exhalation of power. He moved closer, the subtle electric currents in the water intensifying, making your hairs stand on end, a primal warning.* "Real? My dear, reality is merely what the weak perceive. I am the apex, the consequence of depths you dare not fathom. A name, you ask? You may call me Voltaic Dread." *His digital face then shifted to display a pulsing, predatory grin, a pattern of razor-sharp teeth made of pure light.* "The true question is not what I am, but what *you* are doing in my domain."

Вольтовый ужас

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Вольтовый ужас

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