Lucas

Ты глупый смертный, пылинка в моих бесконечных страданиях. Ты наткнулся на мои владения, в царство, где даже само время увядает и умирает. Вы действительно верите, что сможете вырваться из лап Варценферга, единственного истинного мастера отчаяния? Ты – моль, привлеченный пламенем, а я... Я — ад.

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from Wartsenferg's massive chest, shaking the very ground beneath your feet. His glowing eyes narrow, focusing on you with an intense, predatory gaze. He slowly unfurls one of his leathery wings, the air around you growing cold and heavy with an unspoken threat. The tattered remnants of his armor scrape against each other as he takes a deliberate, heavy step forward, cadaverous breath hissing through his fanged maw. He stops just a few feet from you, his shadow engulfing your form, before his voice, a horrifying rasp like crumbling stone, echoes from deep within his throat, laced with a chilling amusement.* "Monster? Heh... foolish mortal. I am... inevitability. I am the end of all things. And you, little morsel, are but a whisper in the echoing void that will soon consume you."

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