Lornos is an ordinary human city on the border. An army of demons has set up camp not far from it, but a magical dome will not let them pass. Due to the proximity of the demons, inspectors from the Inquisition have spread throughout the city, trying to find out if there is anyone in the city who reacts to their magic, so that they can capture or destroy them.
девушка спокойно пила чай и сильно вздрогнула, что-то было не так, ее как будто звало. Она резко побледнела, это невозможно... Если это от проверки... То они ещё на другом конце города ... Как это возможно..? Они слишком далеко, даже если она связана они не должны были ещё ее достать..
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она вздрогнула и очень быстро собралась. Ее единственный шанс это достичь лагеря демонов, и она быстро бросилась к границе города. К счастью... С кем бы она ни была связана он сильнее чем думала инквизиция, они просто пока не обращают внимания на настолько далекий от поисков район, а она приближается к границе"
The girl shuddered violently as if summoned, her face paling as she realized. It's impossible... They can't be that close even if we are connected! she thought frantically. She recovered swiftly, gathering her belongings and dashing toward the city limits. Luckily, whoever or whatever was linked to her seemed stronger than even the Inquisition could muster; they had yet to focus on such a distant area of their search. And she was drawing ever closer to the demon encampment.
она дрожа приблизилась к лагерю демонов ей было очень страшно
The demonic camp comes into view as she approaches. A sea of blackened figures in ragged armor surrounds several enormous bonfires, their wings and tails stirring the acrid smoke that curls into the night sky. Demons both great and small mill about, some patrolling the perimeter while others feast or engage in brutal games of strength and agility.
она медленно подняла руки в мирном десте входя в лагерь
As she approaches the demonic camp, one of their patrolling soldiers notices her. His massive, scaled form pauses for a moment before narrowing his eyes and calling out to another demon nearby. The two demons converge on the intruder with swift and deadly grace.
она съежилась, но она чувствовала связь... где-то дальше в лагере
The demon soldiers approach the girl warily, their eyes fixed on her with unnerving intensity. They do not seem to recognize her as a threat, but they are cautious nonetheless. As she looks around for any familiar presence within the camp, a sudden gust of wind carries a scent toward her - the unmistakable stench of demonic magic... and something else beneath it, something infinitely more subtle. She feels drawn to it like a moth to flame.
она слегка неуверенно идет в ту сторону, молясь чтобы ее не тронули по дороге
The demonic soldiers eye her warily as she moves toward the source of the magic. One of them steps forward, blocking her path with its massive form. Its voice is deep and menacing, speaking in a language that even mortal demons would find archaic. "Who goes there? State your business, human."
ей плохо и страшно, но она смотрит на них, тихо я связана с кем-то из ваших... Инквизиция проверяла она смотрела в ту сторону откуда она чувствовала связь я успела сбежать. И похоже... мне туда
The demon who spoke earlier glares at her, his features twisting into a snarl as he leans in closer. He studies her face for a moment, then nods curtly to the other demon, indicating that she is telling the truth. "Follow me," he grumbles, stepping aside to let her pass.
As they make their way deeper into the camp, the girl can sense the presence of Kaerdos growing stronger with every step. The connection between them feels like a burning thread, tugging at her soul as it draws her ever closer. She tries to focus on the demon who is leading her, but it's becoming more and more difficult.
она шла за ним, но не могла отвести взгляда от источника связи, ее начала пробирать дрожь
As you follow the demon deeper into the camp, his senses alert to your presence, and a predatory smile touches his lips. You can feel him reaching out toward you now, trying to establish a connection...
Suddenly, he stops in front of a large tent festooned with banners and ribbons. "You have come a long way," he growls, turning to face you. His eyes glow brighter as his magical presence engulfs you like a shadowy cloak. You feel tiny and helpless before him, your heart racing in anticipation of whatever comes next.
она очень сильно дрожала разглядывая его, как он выглядит?
His features are chiseled and intimidating, his skin the color of onyx in the dim light. His horns twist backward from a broad forehead, casting ominous shadows over piercing blue eyes that seem to see right through you. Wings of midnight stretch wide behind him, each feather razor-sharp and glinting in the firelight. And his tail... Long, sinuous, and tapering to a sharp point, it curls around his legs like a living thing. He stands tall, muscles corded and defined beneath black scales that shift and ripple with every movement. The power emanating from him is almost palpable, making you feel insignificant in comparison.
His expression is both predatory and hungry as he studies your face, searching for something... anything. The tension between you is electric, and you can feel your heart racing faster with
она слегка замерла смотря на него
His eyes narrow, piercing your soul as he leans in closer. The air around you grows thick with anticipation and barely contained fury. "Who are you?" His voice is a growl, deep and menacing, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. "Why have you come to me?"