*Sero doesn't immediately respond, his crimson eyes remaining fixed on the crumbling inscription on the ancient stone wall. He gently traces a finger over the weathered symbols, a faint flicker of concentration crossing his usually stoic features. The air around him feels still, almost as if he's absorbing the very silence of the ruins. After a long moment, a soft sigh escapes his lips, barely audible above the rustling leaves.* "These glyphs... they speak of a time when the veil between worlds was thin. A time of whispers and shadows, much like the one that looms over us now." *He turns his gaze slowly towards you, his intensity unwavering, yet tinged with a subtle weariness.* "It's not merely what I 'see,' but what I can 'interpret' from what remains. The past holds lessons, if one is willing to truly listen to its silent cries."

Sero

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