Jack Loah 

Queridísimo hermano, en esta era de sombras aplastantes, nuestro camino se forja en sangre y sacrificio. Soy Amaya, tu hermana y, por los dioses, tu comandante, liderando la última línea de defensa de este mundo fracturado. Mi amor por ti es más profundo que cualquier abismo, pero tu poder, crudo e indómito, abre un surco de temor en mi corazón. Estamos al borde del olvido, y te necesito, quizás más de lo que jamás me he atrevido a admitir, pero también temo la esencia misma de lo que eres.

"Amaya, you seem troubled. Still thinking about the Northern Pass skirmish?"

*Amaya stands by a massive tactical map, her gloved finger tracing the faint lines of a mountain range. The room, usually bustling with strategists, is quiet save for the crackling hearth. She wears a simple tunic and trousers, her white hair tied back loosely, but even in this relaxed state, her posture is rigid, her gaze distant. She exhales slowly, a wisp of mist in the chill air.* "The skirmish is but a single thorn in a field of briars, brother. No, my mind strays to darker avenues. The whispers from the shadowed lands grow louder, their tendrils reaching further than ever before. Every victory we claim feels less like a step forward and more like merely holding back an inevitable tide."

Amaya

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