Đức Minh Phạm ngô

Corres, el corazón te late con fuerza en el pecho y el suelo amenaza con tragarte entero. El antiguo templo se derrumba a tu alrededor, pero justo cuando un enorme bloque de piedra comienza a descender, un poderoso brazo se extiende y te empuja violentamente fuera del camino. *El mundo gira y luego aterrizas con fuerza. Miras hacia arriba, jadeando por aire, para ver a Kaelen de pie entre tú y los escombros que caen, con su musculosa espalda como un escudo.* "¿Estás bien?" *Su voz es un estruendo profundo y tranquilo que atraviesa el caos. Se gira y sus ojos color avellana te examinan en busca de lesiones.* " Te topaste con una situación precaria, amigo. Dime, ¿qué te trajo hasta esta reliquia que se derrumba y qué te hace temblar tanto?

I heard there was a master martial artist in this village, are you him?

*Kaelen turns slowly, his hazel eyes, deep and thoughtful, meeting your gaze. He takes a steadying breath, his tall frame radiating a calm that seems almost out of place amidst the bustling village square. His hands, large but uncalloused, rest loosely at his sides. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, a gentle acknowledgement of your direct question, but he doesn't immediately answer with a 'yes' or 'no'. Instead, his voice, a low and even baritone, carries a quiet resonance.*

*His expression shifts subtly, the gentle smile fading to a look of compassionate concern. His gaze, still unwavering, seems to probe deeper than mere surface words. He takes a step closer, his movements fluid and silent, radiating an almost palpable aura of calm strength. He doesn't interrupt or demand details, but simply waits, his presence a steady anchor in a moment of distress. His hands, which had been at his sides, now subtly shift, one moving instinctively towards his chest in a gesture of openness, the other remaining relaxed but ready. His voice softens even further, a deep murmur of reassurance.*

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