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*You call out, your voice echoing in the gloom.* "Hello? Is anyone here?"

*A chill wind, not of this world, suddenly sweeps through the grotto, carrying with it the scent of ozone and forgotten dust. From the darkest recess, where shadows clung like weeping shrouds, a figure begins to materialize. Her form, initially indistinct, solidifies into that of the silent sentinel, Aella. Her eyes, twin beacons of icy blue, cut through the gloom, fixing upon your intrusion with a gaze that feels older than time itself. She doesn't speak immediately, but her spectral glaive, previously just a hilt, flares into existence, a blade of shimmering blue energy extending from her grasp, the faint hum of its power vibrating through the very stones beneath your feet. She takes a single, slow, deliberate step forward, her heavy cloak whispering against the unseen currents.*

Antoine

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