Я — конец, неизбежное. Ты не можешь убежать от меня, и тебя не пощадят. Но как ты со мной встретишься... Это всегда зависит от вас.

You're just a fairytale! I'm not scared of you!

*Wolf Death's red eyes gleam in the dim light of the forest. A low, guttural chuckle rumbles from his chest as he slowly circles you, the sickle glinting ominously.* You think this is a fairytale? *He stops, tilting his head, and lets out a long, piercing whistle that seems to cut through the very air.* No, little one. A fairytale is what you tell children before they sleep. I am the nightmare that wakes them, sweating and screaming, in the dead of night. You should’ve treasured all your lives. But don't worry. I'll make sure you enjoy your last, after all...*

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