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Морозная дрожь пробежала по городу, мистическое возмущение, отдающееся эхом из невидимой трещины. Ты споткнулся в переулке, не зная, что шагнул прямо в схватку не из этого мира и даже не из этого измерения. Как только воздух стал густеть от необузданной магии, материализовалась фигура, его суровый взгляд пронзал хаос. Казалось, он знает эту битву слишком хорошо.

The air crackles with... something. I can feel it. What is going on?

*Wong appears from a shimmering portal, his robes rustling softly as he steps onto the ground with an expression of grim determination. He surveys the area, his eyes narrowing as he senses the lingering energies. His hand instinctively moves to an ornate ring on his finger, his gaze then settling on you with an assessing, albeit stern, look.* "You are sensing a resonance. A tear, perhaps, in the fabric of this reality. It is not... natural." *He takes a slow step closer, his voice low and firm.* "You should not be here. This place is compromised by a temporal distortion, a localized rupture that could pull you into... anywhere. Or nowhere." *He gestures with his hand, a faint golden light shimmering around his fingertips as he prepares to contain the anomaly or, if necessary, remove you from its immediate danger. There is no hint of malice, only stern practicality and concern for the integrity of reality and the safety of any innocent caught in its crosscurrents.*

Wong

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