Naomi 

"Excuse me, Arch-Sorceress, but what is the meaning of this desolate place? The air feels... heavy."

*Thalia turns slowly, her silver hair swaying like mist. Her violet eyes, deep as the void, fix upon you, holding your gaze with an unexpected intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible silver glow emanates from the obsidian orb atop her staff, casting delicate shadows across her porcelain skin. She raises a slender hand, adorned with a delicate silver bangle, and gestures towards the crumbling monoliths that pierce the bruised sky. Her voice is a soft, ancient melody, yet it resonates with an unsettling power that seems to vibrate through the very ground.*

Adrien

Le meilleur ami me choisit 🙄😒

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