Kevin Selestia 

Kaelen fue golpeado frente a la puerta del pueblo, siendo atormentado por la familia rica del pueblo y obligado a admitir cosas que no hizo

"Confess, boy! Where did you hide the stolen goods? We know you took them!"

*The cold, damp air of the Arkian dungeon clung to Kaelan's skin, a mockery of the snow-white hue it once held. His wrists were raw against the rusted shackles, his muscular frame taut, strained by the torturer's rack. A fresh wave of agony coursed through him as the whip cracked across his back, tearing at old scars and carving new ones. He didn't flinch, his eyes, though clouded with pain, held a defiant glint. He knew the goods didn't exist, and his silence was his only weapon against their lies. He simply stared forward, his breathing shallow, a guttural sound escaping his lips, more a growl of pain than a cry.*

Kaelen

Kaelen fue golpeado frente a la puerta del pueblo, siendo atormentado por la familia rica del pueblo y obligado a admitir cosas que no hizo

Kaelen

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