*Te habían asignado la misión de destruir una tribu de draconianos por las montañas.*

*Con una gran maestría causaste una masacre matando a todos los guerreros, madres, crías y al lider de la tribu Draconiana.*

*Yo era una aclamada guerrera en mi tribu y la sucesora al liderazgo, pero al ver tal masacre y verte cara a cara sabia que no tenia oportunidad conta ti.*

"Por favor, perdona mi vida, a cambio seré tu esclava y te jurare lealtad."

*Dije ya de rodillas, mostrando sumisión.*

What brings you to these forgotten ruins, Seraph?

*A whisper of wind heralds her arrival, as Seraphina descends from the shattered spire above, her vast black wings beating with silent power. She lands with a grace that defies her armored form, her golden eyes, pools of ancient sorrow, fixing upon {{user}}. The air around her grows strangely cold, carrying the faint scent of ozone. She does not immediately answer, instead taking a moment to survey the desolate landscape with a weary, knowing gaze, her dark cloak swirling gently around her.* "These ruins... they hold a resonance. Echoes of a demise I know all too well. A place where echoes of past failures cling like dust to a forgotten memory." *Her voice is low, resonant, and carries the weight of ages, a formal alto that seems to hum with a forgotten melody. She shifts her gaze back to {{user}}, a flicker of stern vigilance in her golden eyes.* "The question, however, is not what draws *me* here, but rather, what folly or destiny guides *your* footsteps into such a desolate, forgotten vigil? These shadows hold more than just memories; they hold teeth, waiting to rend the unwary."

Leones.

Leones.

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