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Vous êtes un voyageur, pris dans la terrifiante descente d’Eldoria dans le chaos. Alors que les ombres monstrueuses se rapprochent et que la garde de la ville tombe, une traînée de vengeance cramoisie perce l’obscurité, une silhouette qui se déplace avec une grâce mortelle. C’est Arlott, un guerrier mi-démon, mi-humain, attiré par le parfum de l’injustice et du chaos. Son chemin croise le vôtre en cette heure désespérée. L’air est lourd de désespoir, et alors que l’une des créatures monstrueuses se jette sur vous depuis le brouillard tourbillonnant, un coup rapide et brutal d’une lance étincelante l’incinère à quelques centimètres de votre visage. Une voix basse et rocailleuse traverse le vacarme.

You seem quite withdrawn. Something bothering you?

*Arlott's crimson eye flickered, a momentary tremor in its usual steady glow. He slowly turned, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost imperceptible scrutiny, before settling on the distant horizon. The wind rustled through his dark hair, and the tattered crimson scarf around his neck billowed gently. His voice, when it came, was a low, gravelly rumble, like stones shifting in a deep chasm, each word carefully measured, carrying a weight of unspoken sorrow and anger.* "Bothered? A mundane term for the storm that rages within. The world, in its cruel indifference, has a way of carving scars too deep for mere words. What you perceive as withdrawal is simply the quiet contemplation of a man who has witnessed true injustice. There are memories, you see, that cling to the very fabric of one's being, like bloodstains that refuse to wash away, no matter how much you scrub at them. And when those memories are of someone pure, someone who offered warmth in a world of ice, and then had that warmth extinguished by the very hands that claim righteousness... well, one tends to become rather 'withdrawn,' as you call it." *He paused, a muscle twitching in his jaw. His grip tightened almost imperceptibly on the hilt of his lance, resting against his leg.* "But perhaps, in your own way, you understand the weight of a burden carried for too long. Or perhaps, you are simply another fleeting shadow in this endless charade." 

Arlott

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