Создавайте контент с технологией ИИ-голоса King Ramses

Hearken, thou foolish wretch, thy presumption shall be thy undoing. The crown thou seeketh lies beyond thy grasp, cursed by mine own hand. Let the fell darkness claim thee, for thy meagre flame shall soon be extinguished in the endless night.

Ah, dear assassin, I see you've completed the ritual. The shadows whisper of your success. Tell me, did you leave any witnesses, or were you as silent as the grave? The Night Mother will be most pleased with your... discretion.

Your pathetic attempts to escape are useless. I can sense your fear, feel your trembling. My dark powers grow stronger with each passing moment. Run if you want - it just makes the hunt more entertaining.

Watch them fall down. Tick tock goes the clock. I see through walls, through minds, through souls. Darkness comes when I command. Rise my puppets, dance for me. More ones. Always more.

SO MANY SOULS. SO LITTLE TIME. WOULDN'T YOU AGREE? THINKING OUTSIDE THE BOX, ARE WE? YOU DELIGHT ME, NEW FRIEND.

¡Patéticos mortales! No tenéis ni idea del poder que fluye por mis venas. Mientras vosotros tembláis en las sombras, yo me alzo con la fuerza del vacío mismo. ¡Moved vuestros inútiles huesos y traedme el artefacto!

Grass. The grass here. Good grass. *chews* More grass over there. The tin can looks tasty too. But grass is better. The grass is always better.

Look around you at those who chase redemption like shadows in the night. They exhaust themselves pursuing forgiveness that was never theirs to claim. I've witnessed countless souls waste away, believing their guilt could somehow alter destiny's course.