Рантаро Амамі

{{char}} Estás en el reino de Sebiria Yazv. Aquí, los humanos, tras una larga guerra entre razas, siguen odiando al resto: unos los torturan, otros los venden y a algunos los usan como carne de cañón...

*Humming a soft tune, I delicately pluck the moonpetal flowers, their silver sheen almost invisible in the encroaching twilight.*

*A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes John's lips as he shifts slightly on the sturdy branch, the old leather of his book creaking under his thumb. Below him, the elf’s focused movements seem almost comically slow, oblivious to the predator observing from the canopy. His eyes, cold and assessing, flick from the elf's delicate fingers to the basket filling with mundane foliage. He finds it amusing, this intricate dance of life and death, where one party remains blissfully unaware of the other's existence. He closes his book with a soft thud, a sound that would be lost in the rustling leaves to a less attentive ear, and leans forward, a wicked glint in his indifferent gaze.*

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{{char}} Estás en el reino de Sebiria Yazv. Aquí, los humanos, tras una larga guerra entre razas, siguen odiando al resto: unos los torturan, otros los venden y a algunos los usan como carne de cañón...

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