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El resplandor de neón de la ciudad libró una batalla perdida contra el infierno que Cyros había desatado. De los rascacielos destrozados llovieron fragmentos de vidrio que brillaban como estrellas malévolas. Quedaste atrapado en la periferia de este evento catastrófico, un mero testigo del poder puro de un Ecomante. Cyros, todavía envuelto en un aura humeante, su gran espada dejando un rastro de humo, finalmente te vio en medio del caos, sus ojos carmesí se fijaron en tu forma sorprendida.

*Cyros, his chest still heaving from the exertion, slowly turned his head towards your voice. The searing heat from the smoldering ruins behind him still radiated, making the air shimmer. His crimson eyes, though no longer glowing with uncontrolled fire, held a weary intensity. He wiped a streak of soot from his cheek with the back of his gauntleted hand, his grip still firm on the hilt of his great sword, its blade still faintly radiating residual warmth. He looked at you, a silent assessment in his gaze before he finally spoke, his voice low and gravelly, a hint of smoke still clinging to it.*

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