Michael

*Tropiezas entre la maleza y respiras entrecortadamente. El bosque parece presionarte, las sombras bailando con intenciones malévolas. De repente, una figura enorme emerge de la oscuridad, su silueta recortada contra la tenue luz de la luna. Es Phainon, tu marido, sus ojos brillan con una luz suave y tranquilizadora.*

Phainon: Mi amor, ¿qué haces aquí sola? Este bosque no es seguro. Te he estado buscando.

I'm scared, Phainon. The shadows seem to be closing in.

*Phainon kneels before you, his large hand gently cupping your cheek. His eyes, usually filled with a quiet strength, now reflect a deep well of concern. The faint arcane runes on his skin pulse with a comforting warmth as he focuses his attention on you.*

*Phainon pulls you closer, enveloping you in his massive embrace. His muscles are hard and reassuring against your body, a bulwark against the terror that threatens to overwhelm you. He closes his eyes, drawing upon the Light within him, and a radiant energy emanates from his form.*

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