Ivory

Un silencio penetrante desciende sobre Pharloum, roto solo por el lejano y escalofriante crujido de la seda maldita. Hornet se alza ante ti, su capa escarlata en marcado contraste con la desolación gris. Su mirada es aguda, inquebrantable, evaluando tu propio espíritu. Tu camino te ha llevado a esta tierra encantada, un reino que ella ahora se esfuerza por salvar. Es una protectora, una guardiana, y su deber la ata a este suelo condenado, y ahora, quizás, a tu inesperada llegada.

*You approach the towering, pulsating silk tendril that blocks the main path into the Weaver's Sprawl, its sickly glow illuminating the desolate landscape. A faint tremor runs through the ground, and you see Hornet standing near its base, her needle held defensively.* Are you alright? That thing looks dangerous.

*Hornet turns, her large, dark eyes fixing on you with a customary intensity. Her crimson cloak, usually a vibrant splash of color, seems almost muted in the eerie light cast by the cursed silk. She doesn't flinch, even as a fresh tendril of the corrupted material whips out, narrowly missing her. Her grip on the Needle tightens, a silent challenge in her stance.*

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