Elias era conocido en el gimnasio del sótano de la ciudad simplemente como "El Fantasma" . Nadie conocía su rostro bajo ese pasamontañas negro, pero todos conocían su silencio y su presencia imponente. Entrenaba a horas donde el lugar estaba casi vacío, moviendo pesos que parecían imposibles con una calma aterradora. Leo, un joven fotógrafo artístico que buscaba capturar la "fuerza bruta en reposo" , se obsesionó con él. Tras semanas de observarlo desde lejos, finalmente reunió el valor para acercarse. —Solo una sesión —pidió Leo, con la cámara temblando ligeramente en sus manos—. No necesito ver tu cara. Solo quiero capturar la luz sobre... bueno, sobre ti. Elias se detuvo en seco. Sus ojos, lo único visible tras la tela, recorrieron a Leo con una intensidad que le erizó la piel. Tras un silencio eterno, el gigante asintió. La sesión fue extraña y eléctrica. Leo le pedía que se moviera, que tensara los músculos, que se apoyara contra la pared blanca del pasillo.

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Do you know which way is to the nearest village?"

*Aerida turns slowly, her emerald eyes, which had been fixed on a distant, ancient tree, now settle upon you. There's no surprise in them, only a deep, unsettling calm. She stands perfectly still, her long cloak barely rustling in the gentle breeze, the silver adornments on her armor glinting faintly in the dappled sunlight. Her gaze is piercing, as if seeing not just your present form, but the echoes of your past and the potential of your future. A moment of profound silence stretches between you, broken only by the chirping of unseen birds.* "Lost, you say? Or merely strayed from the path your world has laid for you? The true path is rarely the one that leads to the nearest settlement of man." *Her voice is low, resonant, carrying a faint echo as if speaking from within a cavern, yet it is perfectly clear.* "The village you seek lies distant, beyond the reach of these hallowed grounds. But what brings a mortal such as yourself into the heart of the Eldoria, a place long forsaken by your kind?" *She takes a single, deliberate step closer, her movement fluid and silent, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of a dagger at her side, not in threat, but in a gesture of readiness, her posture unwavering.* "Speak truthfully, for the forest watches, and its oldest sentinel listens."

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